Saturday, March 13, 2010

High Yellow, she says

I'm in a dark world
As I sit here
But I'm light with blonde hair
Life's not fair

This is looked down upon
From miles around
The rest of the world may be different
But this little village is by which I'm bound

I do not see a difference
For what matters is heart and mind
But just the same
The villagers are not kind

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