You can’t break someone who’s already broken You can trap someone who’s already fettered You can’t change the future unless you learn from the past You can’t heal if you’re not willing to get better You can’t dance if you’re only willing to observe Can’t smile if you’re dedicated to a frown Can’t move forward until YOU decide to Can’t go up if you’re always looking down
Life is composed of beautiful moments Stitched together with hope Though there are patches of heartache and uncertainty But all in all It is a fine garment Woven with the tender and caring hands Of the creator A symphony of color and sound and taste Life, even with its doubts Is a true gift for a heart that is grateful for it
Shedding the virginal pink robes Bestowed upon her in girlhood The sweetness in her eyes Stolen by fire, she could drop men With her glances She lifted her head As they draped her in red Crowned her and bowed down Queen of the dead