Words can flow like a river.
Sing as loud as a bird.
Cry like a rainy day.
Be as happy as love.
Or sad like the wolf.
But my words they flow
Not like a river.
Like a bumpy road.
Or someone who is crying.
My words they mean something.
And it's not up to you.
To tell me I'm wrong.
Or sad.
Or stupid
Or a slut.
Or a waste of space.
So my words will be happy.
Like the rain on my face.
And I cannot ever.
Be a disgrace