(from 'the early years'...)


One thing in my life that I seem to have found
Is that the times I feel hurt are when people let me down.
The don't always mean it, I don't write to condemn
It's just that some simple things mean more
to me than they do to them.

Failure to listen, not lending a hand;
Bringing me down when they should help me
stand.
Being busy with life and not trying to see
That I'm expressing myself and it's really me.
Not knowing their words are so out of place
Not asking me along or saving a space.

I don't need support, it's not strength that I
lack
I can carry my load and should my pack.
My needs are all simple, my desires are few;
I have more things than time to do.

All that I require is for you to find
A part of the day to hear my mind.
Just don't talk at me when you're supposed
to hear
Don't laugh at me when I shed a tear.
I want you to know from these simple words
The joy in my life comes from minds that merge.

How that you know on what my soul will feed
I can tell you this world isn't making the
people I need.
It's no fun to have people step down from
the shelf
And relate to me with their fragmented self.

But there is joy in my life because I have found
a few
Who aren't the machines of the corporate crew.
So if you're ever in town and you just want
to talk
I'll lend you an ear or we'll take a walk.
You don't have to bring anything special for me
Just bring your whole self and share it
with me.