Like a baby stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on
his wooden crutch
He said to me “You
must not ask for so much“
And a pretty woman leaning in
her darkened door
She cried to me “Hey,
why not ask for more“
Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free