I always wanted to be a someone
To climb those mountains that no one had stood on
To tell the world that I take it all on my shoulder
Maybe a writer of books that made me
A name in papers that would acclaim me
The greatest writers would meet to namend me genius
I covered canvas with solid colour
Until that sayed that there was now other
And old pica**o he'd call me his brother and friend
I'd build the bridges the ships and the towers
I be Frank Lloyd Wright with brunause powers
And I would think of disigns for hours each day
But they ignored my greatest writing
They scourned my painting and said it was freightning
Told me my buildings would fall to lightning and rain
Soon they were saying that I was a failier
That I'd never make it I should be a tailor
Of failing that try to see as a sailor of boats
So let others paint now theire touch is lighter
Some other author can become the great fighter
I'll be content just to be a writer of songs
And some will love them and others will hate them
And I'll just hope that someone will rate them
And maybe some day investigate them seriously