"Blue"

They say quite often that "nothing lasts."

Wrestling with angels, wrestling with the past. I'll meet every new day with determination and resolve. It's what you need to see your problems get solved. I won't shy away, I won't back down. I'm more than a jester, more than a mere clown. I'll fight, scratch and claw my way through. Choke until my face turns blue. Who knows what lies in my path, what tomorrow may bring? I'll tell you one thing: I know why the caged bird sings.