Among the crowd, my head is down
So I will not be seen;
This has been a forlorn attempt
Since I was, oh, thirteen
I’ve tried, I really have, but I
Have often wrought frustration:
For I’m a different color, and
I don’t fly
In
Formation
Among the crowd, my head is down
So I will not be seen;
This has been a forlorn attempt
Since I was, oh, thirteen
I’ve tried, I really have, but I
Have often wrought frustration:
For I’m a different color, and
I don’t fly
In
Formation