Time to make things right. My life worth fightin’ for – Ain’t nobody can stop me. It’s time to beat down the walls. ♦ They’re done holdin’ me down. No wall stronger than me. I’m gonna beat the odds – Ain’t nobody can stop me. ♦ I’m not much – not yet, but I’m all
Forget me; forget me not. I’m standin’ my ground – yesterday’s dirt piled high. My heart beatin’ to a new tune. ♦ Pretty words by the dozen offered on a silver music sheet. Singin’ with the man on the moon, they suspect me unworthy – ah well. ♦ Pretty words dazzle in the sun, but
Free to stay or not – We know the score. One foot on the floor, and the other on the street. Better off swappin’ battle scars than fallen through the cracks. We’re learnin’ to trust each other – Our world turned upside down. Fightin’ to get back up, one foot behind the door. Our pain
A Shelter on the street corner – a place to lay my head at night. I’m not complainin’ – not tonight. I’m off the street, and growin’ old. My roommate asleep in the corner. She doesn’t know I don’t care who she loves – she does though. I can’t find the words to share –
How did I get here? A question danced around until I’m goin’ in circles, swimmin’ in the past and running from today – not about to stop for this stranger. He doesn’t know it’s too late, his voice coming in from some faraway land. I lived in that world once – in another lifetime. The seasons stretched into
Fate has a strange sense of humor, don’t you think? There being no room for the likes of me – I don’t fit inside their narrow box. I’m not surprised, just tired. The street on my skin not in fashion, go figure. The street in my eyes reflected back in disdain. Their eyes telling me
It’s been three months with time flyin’ by, and still nowhere ahead. Hooked up with some girls headin’ in my direction. Going from place to place – Looking for meaning; looking for purpose…
We’ve been fightin’ for so long, I forget why we started. Goin’ on for way too long. It’s been years since we spoke. You won’t talk to me, and I don’t know why.
Steppin’ off the bus in a strange new town. Young and alone with nowhere in mind – Where do I go from here? Surrounded by smiles with a destination. The July sun remindin’ me of home. Summer the season of freedom in my hometown. Long gone from there, mimicking the smiles I see.
Abandoned night after night, weeping in your sleep. Never that far to start, I hear your sobs beating on the stars. I know you can’t hear me, but I love you. And, in case I never told you, I’m proud of you. Your shoulders straight; your will ironclad. I know you can’t see me, but I’m here. I
Ten years of pain hidden from the world. Invisible wounds shaping thought to alter reality. Slowly shifting, the fight undertaken to forge a new reality. Forged from old, hung behind the day to day wear – Outlived and kicked to the sidewalk. Spring cleaning underway. Grit replacing grief, stitched in anger. A cold armor shielding my heart in repair.
I reach out,… but you’re gone. How long – long forgotten. Outside, my pain reaching across the mountains, umoved by anguished pleas, disappearing into the cold March air. Calling the stars to guide my prayers. Looking for hope in the snow. Pure, unstained by sorrow. Renewing itself alongside passing clouds. My name written in white – should they see, hearing my cries. What
As she lay there at night, wondering where it all went wrong. Wondering what ‘she’ did wrong. Escaping the cage only to remain trapped. Still trapped in fear – Its grip unshakable. Unconvinced just yet. One cage replaced by another. Where do you put the hurt when you’re done?… As she lay there at night, under a waning moon. Wrapped inside the arms of innocence.
Her world plastered with loss and loneliness. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to turn. Cruel words haunting her thoughts… Too many cruel acts leaving their mark. Beaten by love. Nowhere to hide. And nowhere to turn. An empty wallet with nothing left to give. Two little girls needing shoes. Their mother needing a miracle. Her world plastered with loss and loneliness. And nowhere to
Sittin’ on a bench. People goin’ by. Abandoned inside. An empty smile on my lips. Pain hiding behind fake quiet. Memories muddled in misery. Miserable silence suffocating me. A muffled scream breaking silently. People goin’ by. Blind the lot of ’em. Blind to lonely tears. My tears! Washing down the drain. Useless emotion shoved aside.
Cloaked in darkness, a young girl stands scared and alone; a lone chorus looping in triumph – “I did it. I ran away!” Uprooted dreams washed away to the tone of a mother’s stony voice, words soured with spite – for no one stood to nay a father guarding his daughter’s honor, marching her down the aisle without