sittin here i hear the air the truth that the youth of my day didnt get
living real living long living hard and free mom and dad dont see who is the real me
reading, thinking thoughts driving me to the drinking
love...free without cost never able to be lost
life free without thought to what was brought
things heard, things seen things in the future, things that have been
what did I lose? the right not to choose?
for me thats right I have the free sight!
my mother...gone...my father...gone...
living still both but I am to them a ghost...
now alone at the end...peace I want someone to send...
alone at the beginning..alone at the end..what more will be sent?
-Z-