Your Song

This is to you
You who told me the ceiling can Easily be the floor.
Who said I can do anything
And who told me to be a strong Woman figure.
The one who brushed my hair and told me that beauty is pain.
You laughed, where as I closed my eyes and held back tears.
The one who bought all of my pointe shoes, after they broke.
Who sits next to me and Pretends to understand.
Oh and let us not forget, telling Me things that I really don't want to hear...at all.
It is funny though, because, as a strong woman figure, I have come to realize that, you were right, the ceiling can be the floor, and I am okay with that mom.

It's a little bit funny this feeling insideI'm not one of those who can easily hideI don't have much money but boy if I didI'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, noOr a man who makes potions in a travelling showI know it's not much but it's the best I can doMy gift is my song and this one's for you.

And you can tell everybody this is your songIt may be quite simple but now that it's doneI hope you don't mindI hope you don't mind that I put down in wordsHow wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the mossWell a few of the verses well they've got me quite crossBut the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this songIt's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I doYou see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blueAnyway the thing is what I really meanYours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.
" By Elton John."