Walking down the street she passes by
All the things this world has to try
She lives on hopes, on dreams
And believes there's more to life behind the
scenes
She walks down her narrow road
Never letting anyone in to lighten her load
It's been much too long that she's been alone
She keeps to herself, writing her own song
Thunder and lightning- a release for the pain
That the world plays on like a game
Screams of anguish- a trubute for the devil
For trying to stay out of Hell
Livin to the music of her own private song
her movements are the rhythm that doesn't
quite belong
But she tries so hard to stay true to herself
All but ignoring the burning comments she felt
She won't cry her tears
And she relives her fears
Everyday she finds new strength
That she hopes that at some length,
The thunder and lightning will release her pain
That the world laughs at like it's a game
Her screams of anguish as she cries out to
heav'n
Asking if she'll ever be herself again |
Submission Name: Fallen Angel Chronicles III
