My Anthem

[iamacarrie]

A better son/daughter

Sometimes in the mourning
I am petrified and can't move
awake-but cannot open my eyes
and the weight is crushing down
on my lungs I know I can't breathe
and hope someone will save me this time
and you mother still calling you insane and high
swear that its different this time
and you tell her to give in
to the demons that posess her
that God never blessed her insides
and you hang up the phone
and feel badly for upsetting things
crawl back into bed to dream of a time
when your heart was open wide
and you loved things just because
-like the sick and the dying...

and sometimes when your on
your really fuck'n on
and your friends they sing along and they love you
but the lows are so extreme that the good seeds fuck'n cheep
and it teases you for weeks in it absents
but you'll fight and you'll make it through
you'll fake it if you have to
and you'll show up for work with a smile
you'll be better and you'll be smarter
and more grown and a better daughter or son
and a real good friend
you'll be awake you'll be alert
you'll be positive though it hurts
and you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
you'll be a real good listener
you'll be honest you'll be brave
you'll be handsome you'll be-beautiful

you'll be happy

your ship maybe be coming in
your weak but not giving in
to the crys and the whales
of the valley below

your ship maybe coming in
your weak but not giving in
and you'll fight it
-go on fight all of them