Whistle My Own Tune
Pushed out,
Kicked down, and
Tossed around.
Driven from my hometown
by deranged clowns
desperate for my crown.
No matter what I do,
I’ll never convince all of you
that I won’t conform to
what you put me through.
I choose to renew
and master my moods.
I choose to sing
and find my groove.
I choose to walk in the dark
and whistle my tune.
I choose to leave it all behind
and go to the moon.
I choose something new
Goodbye to All of you!
I choose