Wrote this when i was six or seven.
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine