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That's okay Raven! It is a beautiful song...so many meanings in it if you really look at it.
Jackie...I've been to the hospital my bmom gave birth to me many times, but never been past where the Florence Crittendon (spelling??) Home was. I was very aware of the girls home she stayed in for a few months, it was in a very nearby town, and I always thought it was a very "neat" looking home. It was just a big home on the main street of the town....funny that I was "attracted" to it, eh?
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All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself. ~Ralph Ellison, "Battle Royal"
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 Nobody puts Baby in a corner!
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