I can imagine, in some other world
I did not fall from the sky.
I was the only girl under the stars.
I ALWAYS tell the truth.
I mean,
I learned to be honest.
I had a future.
I sought a theme and sought for it in vain.
I am not a painter, I am not a poet.
I always wanted to be somebody.
I am a fugitive from a Georgia chain gang.
I have always been going somewhere.
I will die in Miami, in the sun,
I will grieve alone.
I am thinking about you, what else can I say?
I shall never get you put together entirely.
I have stayed in the front yard all my life.