Topic: I Wish I Was/ I'm Gald I'm Not
For those that frequent the song writers forum, you may familiar with my song "I Wish", this is the original version [word wise] I changed the original words to make it more acceptable as a song, then I thought it might make a nice poem, so here it is less the bad words, it is a very angry poem/song. It will soon be on myspace.
I wish I was/I'm glad I'm not. Phill Williams 5th March 2009
I wish I was a big bird, I'd spread my wings and soar
And all the smaller birds below, would fear for my claw
I'm glad I'm not a politician, putting spin on all their s***
My head stuck firmly up my a***, can't see the mess we've made
I'm glad I'm not a politician for I'd have to learn to lie
And send our son's and daughters out knowing they will die
I wish I had some power; a million dollar brain
You could call me captain parazone, I would wash their stain away
And I wish I could fly, fly, fly away
I wish I was an astronaut, flying to the moon
Never to come back home again, this earth of ours is doomed
I'm glad I'm not a banker, I couldn't look you in the eye
To take back all you've worked so hard for, and watch your children cry
And I wish I could fly, fly, fly away
I wish I was an angel, sitting on a cloud
Then all the lies our leaders say, could not affect me now
I'm glad I'm not a hostage, or a prisoner in a cell
Be tortured in a foreign land, for things I cannot tell
And I wish I could fly, fly, fly away
I wish I was a railway station, busy through the day
At night there's only homeless folk, that need a place to stay
I'm glad I'm not a business man, look at the mess they've made
Consigning millions to the scrap-heap, for the pennies that they'll save
I wish I could fly, fly, fly away
I wish I was a man of God, for then I might believe
That all the crap that's happening now would somehow set us free
I'm glad I'm not a preacher, does God hear the prayers we make?
Are wars and death and pain and lust his plan for heavens sake!
And I wish I could fly, fly, fly away
I close my eyes see children starve, in pain all their short lives
Their parents high on drugs and booze abuse them till they die
There must be something better, there must be something else
If we can't make this place a heaven; we will live here in this hell
I wish I could fly, fly, fly away
Is money more important than a single human life?
30 years if you rob a bank, 6 months if you kill a child....