Blankets

I can't wait to leave this place
but all I do is settle down.
A man cannot be heard behind a closed door,
hes got to take his words to town.

When I was young I fell in love
and I've been falling ever since
with a way to speak my mind,
with broken English
and crooked rhymes.

Like lovers loving underneath the blankets,
and late night talks with father drenched in wine,
I ache to venture out and join to circus
of people learning how to feel alive.

So I am thankful to the poets
who gave me ways to feel inside.
The frames of reference, songs of passion,
to never run and to never hide.

And it has been a long time coming,
but a change is here.
The reasons all have run away,
there's nothing left to fear.

I walk into the corner of the station
and take the train that offers me a ride.
I know that this is only the beginning
of a journey that will stay with me for life.
It's a journey that will stay with me for life.
It will stay
with me.