my name is joy.
i am useless.
i am useless in this world.
nobody knows my name.
nobody ever will.
i dream but do nothing
about it...so i will forever
be useless.
my name is joy.
i am young.
i am a young child.
nobody wants to hurt me.
nobody ever will.
i sit and i cry on my
dreams...so i will forever
be young.
my name is joy.
i am confused.
i am small and confused.
nobody thinks i'm special.
nobody ever will.
i lean on the picket fence
of my soul and ponder my
dreams...and i will forever
be confused.
my name is joy.
i am free.
i am free, yet trapped.
nobody locked me up but me
nobody ever will
and i have the key in my pocket
along with my dreams...
so i will forever be trapped.
my name is joy.
i am a poet.
i am a poet and i sing thright my words.
nobody writes them but me.
nobody ever will.
and i have the power to make them hurt me
or make them set me free...
i believe i would like to be free today.
and so i will always be a poet.
and so i will always be free.
and so...i will always be joy. |
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