Mum. All the other options that you had in mind starve me. 'Cause I'm optionless and turkey-free and blind. . Pa. Won't you listen and I'll let you in on this.
I find it hard, hard to let go. And you are entitled to know. You have brought nothing else but bliss, a great deal of frustration, a voluntary occupation.
Down came the sky. And all you did was blink. I would cry like I never do. In order to stay true. But everybody has their own opinion on such. They're all much alike.