Windmill, Oh Windmill Poem by Gina Albiek

Windmill, oh windmill
I'm too young
Too young to be broke
I lost two
I have no more
Threw them away
Bus came and they flew

Windmill, oh windmill
I'm starved
I gotta do something
So I try
And I really would take it off, but
Then they'd see all my scars

Windmill, oh windmill
I'm too young
Too young to be owned
I know I said I would
So I try
You know it's not my thing
But I try
I take it off and they see
They see me

Windmill, oh windmill
There's much more to live
I know I said I wouldn't
But it's hard
And it's cold
And I'm too young
Too young to be seen
Too young for that pole

Windmill, oh windmill
I drank it all
I know I said I wouldn't
But it was free
Now as I lie here with you
I know what they see
But I'm too young
Too young to not be free