And if it’s still a part of me, for anyone I still believe, well:
I was self-propelled
It’s none of your concern anymore
Because I know some people that could carry us around. We still need some
help-and we can take it now. I know some people that were calling out your
name-and they all looked ashamed
It’s how you were raised: you can’t speak to a soul your age on the face of the
earth
It never felt a part of me, it’s hard: to look up, in between, for any length
of time. (She called to say she’s still alive.)
She said I know some people that can carry us around. But we still need a
hand-and we can take it now. I know some people that were calling out your
name-and they all sound the same
I told her I know some people — … and we still need to love, and you can show
it now. I know some people that were calling out your name and then we all feel
the same
We all feel the same