Scarecrow

I am filled with straw,

I am filled with straw, I keep the crows away

I am filled with straw, I keep the crows away but nobody loves me

I sit here day and night waiting and waiting

I want to make friends with the crows

But I am not allowed

I want something other than straw and fields

I want to rid of the smile painted on my face

But I don’t get what I want

Because I am just a scarecrow