Picture taken from Google
As cold words flood me,
And I am brought to tears
Who will I run to, away with my fears?
Does anyone ever notice me or soon shall I disappear?
With what will they want from me, now that I am here?
I liked to be needed and needed I do.
What will it cost me to cover all these dues?
A knife in the back, a ship with no crew.
They tell me what I want to hear, only if it were true.
This hole that was empty seems slightly askew.
Tell me oh tell me with what shall I do?
They tried to keep me here mounted with super strong glue.
But I am not captured for I fly with my broom.
A wicked crackle and silly smile I take in a carriage as speed goes VROOM.
No words can hold me such hostage even if cold.
I will be strong and I will be bold.
I will not always do as I am told.
I will never be weary, I will never grow old.