Tired eyes, tired man,
this dreary countenence is not what I am.
I'm a thinker, a helper, a possible friend,
and I would love to help in any way I can.
The world would say, "No, be quiet and still,
the truth of a soul, is what it chooses to spill."
I say, "I am free, to be who I am!"
"I've got a plan, I'm a free thinker,
and a good man inside."
But the world will sigh and take back it's outstretched hand.
"You are who you are, and that's what is true--
but I want myself, not the person that's you."
If I kept up standing, would I be a fool?
A wretch on his knees, laughs at me,
proud of the fact that he gave away beeing free.
I can go home, play a game or a few,
plug in the TV, watch a show just like him.
But I can also do amazing things,
with just the power of my mind,
I give the world wings.