Breaking
Out
by Ron
Carnell
Sunshine
on my pillow,
Tear
stains on my sheet;
Another
lonely night,
Another
morning to greet.
Get up
... Go to work ...
Fight
the bustling thong.
Another
day ... Another dollar ...
It's
gone on far too long!
I'm breaking
out!
I'm
breaking free!
I'mgonna
be whatever is me.
I'm
going to love to love,
And
hate to hate,
And
leave my destiny
To a
thing called fate.
Watch
the flowers grow.
Watch
the children touch.
Feel
my soul grow wider.
And
be so very much.
I'm breaking
out!
I'm
breaking free!
I'll
live my life gentle and easy.
I'll
live with style,
And
sing my songs
Loud
and clear
To those
bustling thongs.
And one
of these days,
They'll
break out, too,
And
see the truth:
To be
you is true.
