Is it wrong I don’t want to “have kids”
And I reject the idea of being his 
Because I don’t want to be owned
Always revelling in the unknown 
And my sister thinks it’s the only way
But I have learned that what she say
Is only an expression of how she sees
And it’s not up to me to believe 
In something I don’t want 
Forty two and the haunt
Eating up my heart and soul 
And is it Jackie and Wilson to be whole 
Because when you hit thirty everyone expects
You to just have sex
And make three out of two
Or more if possible to issue from you
And when you’re a teen they warn you that 
Your life will be ruined if you create something you can’t take back 
And I watch all these children dying 
In foreign countries and they’re crying 
And I just want to reach out and touch
And tell them I love them so much
And I am doing everything I can 
To resist the man 
Who says that war is the way to peace
And all these people that decease
Are just casualties and collateral damage 
How can he stand the carnage
And I know it’s not up to me to blame
And no one really is their name 
They are the depths and so much more
But I must tell you, mo stór 
That you are paving the path to hell
And I can’t just stay out of it and wish you well 
Or be obstinate refuse
Boycott the brands I will not use
I must let a new dream birth
And create a new dawn all over the earth
What is the feminine reveal 
Is that she can only ever steal 
That which is not real 

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