My June

Oct 16, 2006 02:38

My head use to be strung up oh so tight
These words I sang some how made me feel alright
But inside I had lost all of my radiance
With my hands held close to my side
As I walked along
Alone on my own line

My heart so small, fragile to a world so high strung
But what ever I said meant nothing but air on the outside
But oh still beautiful in the long hard run
Even though I couldn’t ever explain what it was all worth
But I can’t say, I couldn’t be anyone today

We will never change who we all are
Mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters
We grow to be something in every way
I was born into this world already me
That’s how my mother use to sing it to me
Cuz I am what I wish to be

What you have to understand is
I couldn’t be someone else just on command
But it wasn’t easy for you to see
Even though
I made you a pretty good case
I held up a pretty good boldface

With my eyes closed so hard shut
He makes everything feel so amazing
Wrapped in with all of the worlds warmth
He somehow makes everything so different
Finally figuring out were I had went
He makes this broken heart so content

Finally 5 minutes so fare away
I can finally go outside and play
And dance to a feel good tune
He shines down on me like the sun
Like the warmer days in June
I strum to my guitar
And sing thank you!
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