When I was young, I felt I didn’t have a tongue

I didn’t want to speak, for i thought i was too unique

By the time i reached my teens, I saw a lot of streams

I needed that assurance, more than a quick occurrence

I don’t know how to be still, now that I’m older

I do know, I don’t want to be stuck in the mill, where it get’s colder

I need that special shoulder to make my complete folder

I don’t want to cry because, I’ll feel as little as a fly

I told that to my guy, but my, my, you have to get

somewhere in life, before you die