Willow

Standing by an unlit lamp, a tree, a bridge, shaking, home is my old stamp, listening to a muted song, who would ever negate, the need to belong, better take a chance, I can play this game, sometimes good to prance, hope am not wrong, looking at the rain, stream down a wooden bar, ask me to choose a path, I'll shuffle what remains, don't need wounds to lance, someone will come along, maybe who looks OK, fill up my loose pockets, cigarettes and laughs, beer sipped like champagne, I'll make life dance, always look to change.