Need
As I look back upon my life,
I think about our good times and also our strife.
Worry and fear have always been a part of me,
I’ve been unable to really live and be absolutely free.
I’m like an ex-con who has been in prison too long,
I’ve lost my rest, I’ve lost my song.
Like a bird who’s been caged an forgotten how to fly,
When finally set free it just sits there and doesn’t know why.
What I do know will either make me happy or sad,
The path I take will make me feel good or feel bad.
The question I have often goes unheeded,
What do I do to feel wanted and needed?
That’s the thing that makes life worthwhile,
To know that you’re the one who makes another smile.
If you don’t have this, you’re still not free,
You’re locked in a cage and there is no key!