Swan Song

This aint my first rodeo I have known horse refuse before Not thoughtful enough or thorough I thought Well thats what boots are for Emblazened on my personal crest familial coat of arms I will haul me from this arena be my self appointed gendarme Prison would be an upgrade to held fast with invisable bar set myself free fly the coop If I have to sleep in a car Or any of the myriad excuses for the cowardice that holds me fast I simply must be my own champion I see this now at last No one is coming to extricate they will not send in the clown For front and center he holds the stage as I look for him all around I pray to never give up on me And never be given up on Off this sawdust littered ground this phoenix will soar like a swan. Requiring more room for take off But thereafter soon from sight The powerful strength and span of its wings Climbing boldly through this night