My glory days
How dare you call me stupid
Its a crying shame on you today
I am the real me dear folks
I choose to live my life this way
Often i will walk the plank
A dangerous one i know
Free as a bird am i
Flying high as the wind may blow
Who says i am a Marta
And my life is full of dust
I am the person who i am
I will speak because i must
Bitterness is twisted dears
Sour are lemons that speak
Me i swear i am strong
Because i turn the other cheek
Who says i am a flirt
If you have it then flaunt it
Dwell shall i in glory land
Not in some forgotten pit
Not afraid am i to speak
My tongue will never be tied
And in all my glory days
I shall never be denied.
Copyright© Sharon Brady
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