(2012)
07/18/13
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected