what would you find if you looked past the exterior?
you'd find a scared child afraid of being inferior
scared out of his wits, cowering in the corner
just another one of his dead mother's mourners
daddy just wouldn't stay happy with her, would he?
couldn't accept he wasn't the man he could be
she explained away his beatings as a trip or a fall
now she won't be able to say anything at all
little girl wonders if there'll ever be peace
she hides in her room, seeking blessed release
knowing that when daddy decides that it's time
she wouldn't dare speak up, say he's way out of line
now she's a young lady, afraid of her own shadow
she
The fires of your mind ignite, demanding your attention. A whirlwind of chaotic thoughts spins out ideas you never thought were possible, and the need to realize them fully consumes. It seems as though if you dont paint it now if you dont draw it, write it, or sing it this very instant it will surely disappear and never come to be. Full of hope, full of wonder, full of idealism you run to start.
And everywhere you turn you're hitting walls. Everything within, just pounding to get out - to flourish, to be - trapped by all those walls. Tortured by visions both bea