Some of Us

Some of us always got us an excuse For why we ain’t just like the others, And some of us rather be shy and obtuse Than pretending we’s sisters and brothers. And some of us just kind of learn how to sail On boats made of daydreams and wishes - That some of us manage, and some of us fail, Is why some are birds and some fishes. When I was a child and I looked to the sky, Why, I always imagined some magic would come; Some white-winged horse or some king who could fly, And the woods was a music complete with a drum. Or, deep in the night when I lay in the dark With a catch in my breath so the witches would miss me, I’d dream of the day when I grew up so pretty That princes and barons would come far to kiss me. But I got a house now, four walls and a floor, And a husband who comes home and needs to be fed. So I dream all day long, once he walks out that door. So I dream through the night, once he’s gone off to bed. For some of us learned that our wishes and prayers Were all one of a kind, were all so much the same. And some of us huddles inside us like lairs. And some die for glory. And some die for shame.