From the recording I Don't Want To Be Strange
A lament from one who realizes how they are but never asked for it. It could be a whole lot of us!
September 2026
Lyrics
I Don’t Want To Be Strange
can I be blamed for the way I am
I didn’t choose the mold
now I’m growing old and I’m growing sad
I don’t want to be strange
its just the hand I’ve been dealt
I don’t know how in the hell
I can change
I know I’m not the only one
there are others in equal seclusion
fighting off the awful illusion
that we should be stoned
Chorus
a bird flying with a broken wing
a broken voice trying to sing
give me some water so I can drink
the way I do is not he way they think
sunlight filters through a broken skylight
but its not my sun
and its not my light but they’ll let me use it
if I only act right
do I refuse
yes I refuse
sometimes I think it might be better
to leave things as they are
the wounds been had the pains been stifled
there’s nothing left except the scar
Chorus