Rain was echoing throughout the old caravan a reminder of my depressing life
Stands, make a wish
Is this all I will ever be?
No one understands me
To every on I’m just…
If I had the chances I could do so much better
But I am stuck
With this job
Like the animals
We travel with.
I blow out the candle
Gone – like my life.
Is this all I will ever be?
But for now the show must go on.
As the rain bashed against the floor and it had been
A stormy night
He was carving a piece of wood that looked like a
His dad slowly comes in and says
Happy birthday he says
Make a wish he says
I have a lot of wishes to say
To look good
To not look like a freak
And get treated like a dog
But I am trapped in this life
Like an elephant we travel with.
I had sat down and closed my eyes
And blow the hot candles out
But as well I am more than a freak
But for now….. the show must go on.
Rain hammers the poor window pains,
Our old caravan being beaten by the wind,
A miserable reminder of my life.
Wind thrashed backwards and forwards like my head.
Happy birthday he says.
Make a wish he says.
If he could go deeper.
This this face.
A wasted talent,
I want to be free,
I am more.
But my ways of life are trapped.
I’m like a lion trapped in a cage.
Is this my life?
Blew the candle out,
The flame gone – like my heart.
Is this it?
I am more,
Than a freak?
I have a life,
One day I will live.
I will be free.
But for now…The show must go on.
Rain hammered down against the walls of my old rickety caravan,
A sad reminder of the life I’m living ,
The life I’m desperately trying to escape ,
Happy Birthday he says ,
Make a wish he says ,
His voice was a cup half full
That echoed through my head ,
This face ,
This job ,
I have a talent
That no one will ever see ,
As I’m trapped like a lion ,
I want to be free ,
I hid my despair as I blew out the candle,
The flame vanished like my chance of escaping this life ,
Will I ever be free ?
I will show them one day ,
When I make my own way in life,
And they will finally see,
That I’m more than a freak,
But for now … the show must go on .
The rain dropped down from,
The perched window side,
As the boy sat on a rickety old wooden chair.
Happy Birthday ,he says
Make a wish ,he says
But only if he knew how hard it is
This odd talent wasted.
I’m craving my freedom!
I demand to live my life!
I wish to be a human!
I value much more.
But I’m here trapped,
I’m here, here in this abyss hole,
Like the animals hurt and broken.
I snap back,
And blow out the candles.
The flame vanished.
Is this it?
Is this how I’m going to continue to live?
Is this how I’m going to be – forever lonely?
I hope one day,
They will realize that,
I’m more than just a-a,
One day I’ll carve a path for myself as beautiful as the wooden figures I create.
But for now… the show must go on.
Torrents of rain banged against the windows of the caravan,
A heart-breaking,painful life I am living,
Wind dances and twirls in side of my head,
Happy birthday he says,
Make a wish he says,
If only he knew…
To show my talent.
A new sweater, perhaps…
To be one of them,
Am I so much more?
I can show them,
But can I really?
I am trapped in in this darkened life,
Like the tigers we travel with-
Caged and broken…
I inhale once more,
I blew out the candle,
The flame was extinguished like my life…
Is that it?
Will I ever change?
I’m worth so much more,
I’m not a freak!
One day i will carve my own path out,
like I do with my beautiful carvings,
But for now the show must go on…
The rain stains the window as
The depression stains my life.
The wind whistled like the creaking
Of my door.
Hello son, he said
Happy birthday,he said
Make a wish,he said
If only he knew what more
I could be.
It was a wast of my time
And my talent.
I want to be free.
I want not to be called a freak.
I’m worth more,
I need more
I’m trapped like the elephants we travel with.
Letting the candles go out like my,
Hope and pride
I’m more than a freak !!
Jensen made a video today of how he helps to look after the Earth (click link below)
He also wrote about it in his book as you can see in the picture below.