There’s wind in the chimney there’s broth in the pan

I remember the days when Kate and me ran

“Let’s race the moon as fast as we can”

I said “I can and I will”

Counting the letters through the laughter and fights

Reading away in the fading light

Hoping I could make it all right

I said “I can and I will”

The word ‘impossible’ is the colour of black

I can and I will and I’ll never look back

Like a flame of gold I will burst down the track

Because I can and I will

Carrying the grey hen, carrying the shame

An illegitimate child bruised by self-blame

But I’ll rise above and take my name

I said ‘I can and I will’

Savings my pennies not taking the tram

It’s a long way to walk but who gives a damn

I’d rather walk than be an also-ran

Because I can and I will

The word ‘impossible’ is the colour of black

I can and I will and I’ll never look back

Like a flame of gold I will burst down the track

Because I can and I will

Four beautiful eggs failing to hatch

From such loss and such pain I could never detach

But I will banish depression off of my patch

Because I can and will

They fried my brain, they scrambled my mind

Leaving nothing but panic behind

But I will gain strength from what I can find

Because I can and I will

The word ‘impossible’ is the colour of black

I can and I will and I’ll never look back

Like a flame of gold I will burst down the track

Because I can and I will

Reading poetry and fairy tales

A prince will come to take me away

To make me a lady if I show him the way

I said ‘I can and I will’

I’ll put my experiences down on the page

And my characters will all inhabit a stage

Of love and loss and laughter and rage

Because I can and I will

The word ‘impossible’ is the colour of black

I can and I will and I’ll never look back

Like a flame of gold I will burst down the track

Because I can and I will

I can and I will

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