Bluebird

When i walked up all you caught was the shade of my hat on my face
 my ways are in pain, from the strain of my ways
 chains engraved in my physical days, in physical waves i get physical strength from my individual ways
 meanwhile I'm not fulfilled, this feeling shall not be stilled
 rewind time and rewrite lines for the kinds of you to feel
 docile if you so will, fragile and you go downhill
 drinking wine, forgetting time, now time to be refilled
 they say if you snooze you loose
 well i spend my days, dazed and confused
 is it cause i blaze all day and fade, then that's old news
 if it's new to you, this is Yarah rapping the blues
 don't get used to it, running mascara i refuse
 closed doors prevent outsiders from viewing
 but struggling alone makes it tough for pursuing
 dreams, but it seems all i get are sleepless nights
 nightmares about losing loved ones and losing fights
 The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
 as i left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
 left you for more, left the room hollow
 many will fall, a lot more will fallow
 you take drugs to psyche your mind
 You take wine, to forget about time
 you create a world of your own
 where the truth, will never be known
 I work when the work seems like play
 and hate to play when the work seems to work my way, i say
 i work my way through everyday that i play my way
 now. hear what i say, hear what i say
 makes it all seem hopeless like impending cancellations
 the locks will open someday continued determination
 restless infection destroys spiritual vaccinations
 and i will head for my destination
 i stand alone at the crossroads of death inhale the breath
 of lost souls that left in and out of counciousness
 drinking wine reminds me of what honest is
 making me wonder where the hell the logic is?
 we're all lost, we're all tossed, at a lost cause
 fight between ourselves, relieve ourselves, and then we all fall
 through the wall, through it all, who we are?
 no denying that at 5 foot i still stand tall
 The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
 as i left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
 left you for more, left the room hollow
 many will fall, a lot more will fallow
 you take drugs to psyche your mind
 You take wine, to forget about time
 you create a world of your own
 where the truth, will never be known
 Many will fall
 A lot more will follow
 Follow