FEET OF CLAY
I know how you feel, you're a sensitive soul.
I've been there myself--never having a goal.
Crying all night and sleeping all day,
Looking for someone without feet of clay.
Some one to guide me, encourage, support.
A true friend to whom I could always resort.
I cannot believe for I'm not made like that.
"To see for myself"--That's where it's at.
I know it sounds crazy, but life's very strange.
Its ultimate purpose is "Home on the Range".
And this is the reason I'm babbling like this.
I am sending you flowers with brotherly kiss.
Home on the Range
(American folk song)
"Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skys are not cloudy all day."