i talk
but no one seems to hear my dreams
or believe anything i say
why lord. is it this way?
yeah,why lord because this doesn't feel okay?
yeah it makes me feel real blue and gray
but father may i give it another try?
yeah before i die
or cry
or yell
like i am going to hell
or like i am stuck in a jail-cell
yeah mental and emotional speaking
i'm weeping
on this paper
yeah father, to ask you for a favor
yeah because you are my savior
and i am your son
in female form
so no harm shall prosper
over me
in a storm
yeah i will continue to grow like corn
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