Find My Feet
could not help but feel the strain
tired (once again)
tired and i need to sleep
just as i need a rainbow
in order to find my feet
they tell us that it is march
but i never find my beat
you have been magic
and a breath of fresh air
but i am stuck in this dining room
and i cannot find a chair
James Garratt – March 2009
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Find My Feet – Written March 2009 (Aged 34)
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