The scolding voice
Of a grey squirrel Floats through My kitchen window Poking out my head I spy him lounging On the drainpipe Fixing on me With bright black eyes I talk a bit of squirrel And he leaps to a branch Lies down to watch and listen We commune suchly As the cat stalks the perimeter Wild kingdom In my nine by twelve garden
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If only I knew the answer
If only I had a clue Some way to discover how Before the battle begins anew If only I knew the answer If only I knew the score Then maybe I'd change the way it goes For what's life got in store Just when I thought I'd found Another way of being Seems like all I found was Another way of freeing the pain To run wild again Play the child again It'll never be the way it used to be Run wild again Play the child again It'll never be the way it used to be again I wake up
In the middle of the night And I want to cry Cause the same old pain Strikes me down again I sit up Push back the night And I tell the pain Go back where you belong Back where you come from I get up In the middle of the night Can't take the pain Fight it back again Dont let it wreck my brain i fight back I get up I push back I fight back Watch for signs
Eyes widen Fill with tears Fingers drum Arms clutch across chest No words needed The body speaks Loudly Foot taps Knee jiggles Jaws clench Writ clear on our faces Hands arms legs We broadcast our feelings Even when trained to stillness Our cheeks blanch or blush We can remain quiet But still we are shouting To those who watch |