Oh so what?  I want my own way,
well of course it's true, come what may.
Doesn't everybody want to get,
what ever they want, but yet,
they have the nerve to call me spoiled,
as if a day I never have toiled,
as if a pain never stabbed my heart,
nor ripped me in two, broken me apart.
Yes I want my very own way, 
in most everything, like whatever I say.
Every little wish every fond desire,
I want to come true, to take me up higher,
than this silly little road that I'm stuck upon,
(must have taken a wrong turn) is the right road gone?

Link to Index caramarie@attbi.com