Billie Marten Emily

I’m weak as, I am young

Feel the feet I drag along

Please give me back my strength for this sorrow

And I’ll try again tomorrow

But, I’m weighted by this stone

It hangs at the back of my throat

We don’t have grace we are foolish inside

I’m not in my place and I’d like to know why most of all

But, its so hard to find out

Your minds are far better than mine

And I struggle with it all the time

Take my coat and have it for your own

Out there’s a world that I’ve never been shown

It’s on the outside but, its a river too wide

For I’m weighted by this stone

It hangs at the back of my throat

And it hurts me so

And it hurts me so