Thirty years of age

Well, I'm thirty years of age
still trying to figure out
this world's rage,
trying to cook a decent meal,
trying to read the bible with ease,
and trying to love whole-heartedly
with this heart that's been squeezed...

And I'm no diamond
that I will admit,
but I sure ain't the dust
from the crooks
jewel making machine...

I'm just a simple girl
I like carrots
I write poetry
and I'm in love
with that hunk on tv,
so sue me...

I have a crooked third toe
a funny pug nose
and I wear my jeans
as low as they will go
but I'm alright with me,
so hate me...

Still seeking dreams
with my dirty hands
and clinging to stars
with my naked feet,
so arrest me
for the public exposure
of too much heart
on my sleeve;
put your shield back on
Mr. policeman says,
back where it belongs...

Still trying to fall asleep
by counting sheep,
when am I ever gonna learn
that I just can't count that high...

Trying to find me,
I think I got lost somewhere
on the yellow brick road,
but Kansas
sure ain't my home
so I guess I'll continue searching
until I find my way to my soul
cause I'm sure not dead
I'm only thirty years of age,
so Happy Birthday...