I am tired

I am tired of being a wine cup
Tell me how long I will be a rest shed and a bus stop
Please take now the grey paper of my life
The sharp of knife and the glittering strife
I want to glow and grow freely
Do not bless me the lotus breast of milk
And the skin of silk
The colour of tenderness and pink
The depth of darkness to sink
Do not give me 32-26-34 figure
In the teeth of time to quiver
 Give me the opportunities
To ask for my world
To make my pains and the life of doll
Be a subject of free bird soul