Is it so wrong of me to just think about myself right now?
I need to be strong for you, no not for you, but for me. I want to give to you, well to most.
But I can’t do such a thing when I’ve been so beaten down so long, been made weary so long.
Is it so wrong of me to be open to my future and life?
I need to be RIGHT with myself, no not for you, but for me.
I want to be a puffy cloud in the sky, bursting down raindrops to the earth.
To give it a cleansing, a purging and the love that it needs. Relief from regret.
But I can’t do such a thing when I’ve been harried so long, been in AGONY so long, been boxed in for so long.
Is it wrong of me to want to live?