can you not imagine
the life i have led
or how many ways
my heart has been bled
or how many times
iv'e been battered, and worn
bruised and weary
tattered and torn
yet i bare a little grudge
against those that abuse
they are who they are
i will not accuse
i will hold my head high
and keep myself true
and not do
those things that they do
there is no halo
rested upon my head
across thin lines
oft i have tread
what is the norm
it's hard to define
we all have our limits
we all have our lines
but i have no time
for those that abuse
they are who they are
they have no excuse