Those words

I’ve a thought,
A tune
Going round & round
In my head
Yet can’t share it
Let it be heard out loud

(Feeling stifled
By those who control
The words of the dead)

See I got a clue
From that song
That was piping through
And even though those words
Have set my mind a blaze;
I must let them fade -

(Feeling stifled
By those who control
The words of the dead)

For you see
If I take those words,
Make them mine
The ones who hold the strings
Will march me away
Cut me off
Cause to them
I’ll have done wrong

(Feeling stifled
By those who control
The words of the dead)

So many things rushing my way
But I mustn’t let myself play
Shut it out
Don’t let them set my thoughts
My actions
To create, renew, reawaken...
Why can’t I play?
Share what makes me feel alive
With all those who are part of my life?

(Feeling stifled
By those who control
The words of the dead)

Cause there are those
Who are stuck
With dusty thoughts
That this world should stick to paper

(Feeling stifled
By those who control
The words of the dead)

Maybe I should just
Take a risk....
Nah can’t do it
Cause they’ll
Shut the door
Cut me off
Cause to them
I’ll have done wrong

(Feeling stifled
By those who control
The words of the dead)

Where you at
Can’t you see
How I’m simply trying
To experience the world
So much to see
To create, alter, tweak, throw out

Feeling stifled
By those who control
The words of the dead
But those words:
Their thoughts, their influence
Are my world

So lock me down
Cut me off
Tell me that I’m doing wrong
That I should stop playing
In this world which was made for me!

Those Words by Allison Brown is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial 2.5 Australia License.
Based on a work at allisonbrown.blogspot.com.