cast a light
A young girl crawls out of her bed
her robe still faint with cigarette smoke
She walks down the stairs to write
and all the years seemed so long
could they someday be the only years she has lived?
life is an unruly balance
and like tea, tipped over, an uncontrollable douse
but it all can be wiped up with a napkin
And she is left surrounded with a blank page
it is up to her to fill with words
and everyone is a critic
and one wrong word is the end of a career
but for a writer, to be read is enough
His hand reaches out and smooths against my side
and i am propped up slightly
his eyes sometimes choke me, so thick with indecision
I am just a crazy girl...
but there are days when we are so beautiful.
and as she walks back up the stairs
she smiles
because there are some things behind her
but there are many things before her...
her robe still faint with cigarette smoke
She walks down the stairs to write
and all the years seemed so long
could they someday be the only years she has lived?
life is an unruly balance
and like tea, tipped over, an uncontrollable douse
but it all can be wiped up with a napkin
And she is left surrounded with a blank page
it is up to her to fill with words
and everyone is a critic
and one wrong word is the end of a career
but for a writer, to be read is enough
His hand reaches out and smooths against my side
and i am propped up slightly
his eyes sometimes choke me, so thick with indecision
I am just a crazy girl...
but there are days when we are so beautiful.
and as she walks back up the stairs
she smiles
because there are some things behind her
but there are many things before her...