Stand By Me
Stand By Me
Spent my life performin’
all good
all put together
must win
must impress
gotta make it
make it last
The money’s tight
Pops lost his job
I don’t know why
This 14 years old mind can’t handle
“why”
All it knows is
“That can’t be me”
So we fight, we fall, we falter
We’re pushed, bruised, and battered
Forces beyond our reach makin’ our lives hell
Yet
We’re still here
We’re held by the hands that hung the stars
She casts down the mighty, lifts up the lowly
The poor we are royals
Feasts laid out before us
“Come and dine”
Our scar-borne friend chimes
So I’m op’ning my eyes like a child
Having seen my ABBA’s house
I want to rest here a while
I shall.
