Withdrawal, Feathers And All - Rykarda Parasol

Coming down

From feeling strong

It was not long

For you to tear me down

When I was I small

I was a clown

I got down

To ward evil off

And though still small

And meek

I cannot speak

I’ll sing your song

I’ll sing your song —

I’ll sing your song

Coming down

From being cool

It was not the truth

Whatchoo say now

When I was tall

I was a force

I took my course

And you still play games

And though I be

A brooding thing

I know it’s better to sing

I’ll sing your song

I’ll sing your song —

I’ll sing your song