Mondays

One more story in my tales of many
A sad dis heartened man with tales-a-plenty
Taking a stroll through his \/illage of choice
Proclaiming to all who will head this \/oice

I am down, pick me up
Gi\/e me your hand and stand me up
Fallen again thinking of you
If this is regression then I\/e had a few
Think of it as hell but only this is real
I can change my attitude but not the way I feel
So instead I drown in my sorrow of words
I cant cheer up, I feel I'm not being heard

Drifting, walking, wandering along
Stuck in the darkness
But still singing this song,

I am a bird, why can't I fly
My wings are not broken,
I ha\/e no intention to die
It seems as though its just a moment
A passing mood, or a de\/ilish omen
A fucked up place, my current situation
Drifting along days, praying for sal\/ation

Is that sand up ahead?