Bluebird

When I walked up all you caught was the shade of my hat on my face my ways are in pain, from the strain of my ways

chains engraved in my physical days,

in physical waves I get physical strength from my individual ways

meanwhile I'm not fulfilled, this feeling shall not be stilled

rewind time and rewrite lines for the kinds of you to feel

docile if you so will, fragile and you go downhill

drinking wine, forgetting time, now time to be refilled

they say if you snooze you loose

well I spend my days, dazed and confused

is it cause I blaze all day and fade, then that's old news

if it's new to you, this is Yarah rapping the blues

don't get used to it, running mascara I refuse

closed doors prevent outsiders from viewing

but struggling alone makes it tough for pursuing

dreams, but it seems all i get are sleepless nights

nightmares about losing loved ones and losing fights

The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow

as I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow

left you for more, left the room hollow

many will fall, a lot more will follow

you take drugs to psyche your mind

you take wine, to forget about time

you create a world of your own

where the truth, will never be known

I work when the work seems like play

and hate to play when the work seems to work my way, I say

I work my way through everyday that I play my way

now... hear what I say, hear what I say

makes it all seem hopeless like impending cancellations

the locks will open someday continued determination

restless infection destroys spiritual vaccinations

and I will head for my destination

I stand alone at the crossroads of death inhale the breath

of lost souls that left in and out of counciousness

drinking wine reminds me of what honest is

making me wonder where the hell the logic is?

we're all lost, we're all tossed, at a lost cause

fight between ourselves, relieve ourselves, and then we all fall

through the wall, through it all, who we are?

no denying that at 5 foot I still stand tall

The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow

as I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow

left you for more, left the room hollow

many will fall, a lot more will follow

you take drugs to psyche your mind

you take wine, to forget about time

you create a world of your own

where the truth, will never be known

Many will fall

A lot more will follow

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