Confused

the birds they fly they sing for me cuz they realize that i can be anything i want to be to do to live to hear to see but what i really wanna know is which direction i should go i cannot follow them to the south these words are fumbled out my mouth and i have suffered long enough but deep inside i know i'm tough to never stop and just give up to make mistakes and interrupt it is my life and it is yours we make our own beds......we must fight our own wars but when the road gets bumpy and dark and the pain swells deep within  your heart you come to me i demand of you i could not stand to see you blue i am here forever more cuz that is what a friend is for Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 12:34 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8