The Question
Why is it that I can not say
The one thing want to ask
The question is growing
It is wild, it wants to be asked
Hard to say to you it may not be
But the question is thrashing
It wants freedom
It wants to be asked
I can free it on your request
you are the one who gives it
whether it lives or dies you will choose
I can not hold for any longer
Clay Wyght
May 12 2010
Why is it that I can not say
The one thing want to ask
The question is growing
It is wild, it wants to be asked
Hard to say to you it may not be
But the question is thrashing
It wants freedom
It wants to be asked
I can free it on your request
you are the one who gives it
whether it lives or dies you will choose
I can not hold for any longer
Clay Wyght
May 12 2010
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