Some songs just don’t wear time well. I wrote this one in 1977. Lyric follows.
Flower Child
Lazily waiting for the sun to burn out your eyes
You stare into the distant dragons in the sky
Another protest laid to waste by old man society
The sixties are gone to Father Time, baby
Flower child, what has the world left for you now?
Flower child, a one woman rebel alone on a cloud
Flower child, you’re still a flower child
Sure in your mind that your breed is but extinct
The soul and heart survivor, or so you tend to think
You wonder if life has taken far more than given
If suicide is on your mind, then why go on living?
Flower child, what has the world left you now?
Flower child, a one woman rebel alone in a crowd
Flower child, you’re still a flower child
Flower child, what in the world will you do now?
Flower child, a one woman rebel turned to sacrificial cow
Flower child, you’re still a flower child
You’re still a flower child
©1978 Joe Wilcox
Note: The lyric’s copyright is one of this blog’s exceptions: All Rights Reserved. Because the work as presented here is only partial. Melody is missing.
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