Drop,Drop
Drop,Drop
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.
My feeling,
My face,
My job,
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.
I inhale,
I blow,
Letting the candles go out like my,
Hope and pride
I’m more than a freak !!