Expression #O9349 I’m not part of the town, not born to be King, Just somebody hopelessly in-between, He’s the scholar, athlete, poet; I’m the screw up, don’t I know it. But then who could ever compare? Of course they’re gonna think I’m just the spare Well I won’t care... So I’m the extra button on a coat, In case another one comes loose. But if I have to be a button, Why cant I be a button that’s of use? I may lack style and I may lack grace And once in a while I might fall on my face. But this little button deserves a place in the sky This button wants to fly! So I’m a rusty horseshoe hanging up Over somebody’s old barn door And I’ll be hanging there forever Just wishing the horse had one leg more. And maybe I can’t be the perfect one And maybe I err on the side of fun But horseshoes need a chance to run somewhere This horseshoe is more than just a spare... Someday I’ll find my thing A thing that’s on my own; That thing that makes me part of something Not just all alone. If only all this feeling I have in my heart Could mean something to someone, how I’d love to play that part. So I’m just the second born brother Who most of the town ignores Like a button, like a horseshoe Like a guy who’s bad at metaphors... Maybe I don’t have a magic touch And maybe I don’t have a talent as such Just this heart with much too much to share So I’ll never be the heir, but I’m more than just a spare ...
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 15:54:15 +0000
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