I'll have a day my way without wrong.
So she let's her hair down, and hums a familiar song.
Open-ended, this end up.
Twenty-five cents tells my sob story.
One of wiped eyes and of dragonfly dreams.
One where peace visits often.
Let the years be kind and sieve-like, for the love of the wounded.
Filter out this hate, strike me up instead of down, for the love of the wounded.
Oh silly me, crazy in these lazy days.
Find for me what it means to be truly free.
I'll change my name for rejection's sake.
What would mother say if I were happy for awhile?
If these castle walls destroyed dragonfly dreams and peace kept its distance.
Let the years be kind and sieve-like, for the love of the wounded.
Filter out this hate, strike me up instead of down, for the love of the wounded.
So she let's her hair down, and hums a familiar song.
Open-ended, this end up.
Twenty-five cents tells my sob story.
One of wiped eyes and of dragonfly dreams.
One where peace visits often.
Let the years be kind and sieve-like, for the love of the wounded.
Filter out this hate, strike me up instead of down, for the love of the wounded.
Oh silly me, crazy in these lazy days.
Find for me what it means to be truly free.
I'll change my name for rejection's sake.
What would mother say if I were happy for awhile?
If these castle walls destroyed dragonfly dreams and peace kept its distance.
Let the years be kind and sieve-like, for the love of the wounded.
Filter out this hate, strike me up instead of down, for the love of the wounded.