Pitter- patter
Pitter- patter
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 ,
Again ,
And Again
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 .