Make love to me on a bed of roses,
Make it beautiful, make it sad.
Make it so much more special than
any love we've ever had.

Kiss me 'til my lips hurt,
Kiss me 'til I'm numb.
Kiss me because of the beautiful
young woman I've become.

Hold me safe inside your arms,
Hold me close and tight.
Hold me until the sun goes down
and deep into the night.

Listen to my heart beat,
Listen to my song,
Listen close to your heart and see that
we belong.

We fit like puzzle pieces,
We fit like a lock and key,
We fit because you gave me a reason just
to be me.

Hold my hand through good times,
Hold it through the bad.
Hold it through the tough times,
the troubled and the sad.

Walk with me into the light,
I won't leave you behind.
Walk with me and hold me close,
I don't think God would mind.

Because you're mine.

I'm tired and I'm lonely,
I'm sickly and I'm cold,
My lips are dry and cracking,
My clothes starting to mold.

Left out on the streets I am,
just a little girl,
Everyone walks by and laughs at my greasy,
stringy curls.

My body is covered in dirt,
My clothes are stained and messy,
I've got scrapes, bumps, and bruises,
with no mother at all to kiss me.

I live in empty doorways, old allyways,
and old abandoned cars,
but my face will always hide my saddest,
deepest scars.

I've seen more and done more in a day
than you may in a lifetime,
just think, all of this and I haven't even
reached my prime.


I've been beaten, stolen, broken,
and taken for granted,
I look at normal people and
I don't think they'd understand it.

I'm homeless but I smile every time
someone looks my way,
because even though I'm not one of
them, I hope they never have a bad day.

Voices, there are voices, voices that I hear,
singing, sighing, multiplying, whispering in my ear.
Sometimes they are soft and sweet and sometimes they are mean,
I only wish I could wake up from this fear envoaking dream.
Voices, there are voices, many voices that I hear.
I wish, oh how I wish, these voices would disappear.
They chill me to the bone, in fact, to my very core,
but the only thing they ask for is "More blood, MORE!"
They scream and cry and rave at me until they get their way,
but I'm afraid that my many, many voices are hear to stay.
I wish, oh how I wish, that other people could see,
the many, many voices that are haunting me.