judge this song for free
one in a thousand
imperfect, of an imperfect hand
expressing what will be, will be
I used to drink and smoke and carry on
didn’t make me a better writer
another man would give up but I’m a fighter
so I blindly follow the fairy song
Sung by the will o wisp
in the dark woods of an uncertain past
flag of childhood dreaming flies half-mast
I weighed 67 pounds, spoke with an endearing lisp
I’m on the path but I’m a slow learner
So put this one in your pipe and smoke it
does discipline give birth to creativity or choke it
I’ll torch that with my other
imperfections in my incense burner
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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