I am made of wood,
I’m never quite understood,
a clockwork spring makes me talk,
pulling my strings makes me walk,

My painted cheeks are rouged with red,
as I slump in silence upon the bed,
no one see’s and no one hears,
my jingle, jangle clockwork tears.

If you saw all of me what would you say how would you feel
Some days it’s just a nightmare, but some days it seems all too real
I’m not as good as I’d like to be or how I might appear
If I’m not careful darkness creeps in and fills me with fear
It is a heavy thick blanket oppressing the light
It upsets me and I feel contrite

If you knew the secrets that dwell in the dark
And touched the faded scars that have made their mark
If you knew my sins and the things I’ve done wrong
Even though the difference between good and bad I’ve known all along
Could you know all of this and still choose to stay
Would it change anything would it turn you away?

There are memories I’d rather not relive
And sometimes I still find it hard to forgive
I have been at fault and I have failed before
Turned my back ran away or slammed the door
Could you go on with this knowing?
Would you still be okay if all of me was showing?

I am broken I am bruised may be down but I’m not out
While I have seen my share of troubles my spirit remains stout
My record isn’t spotless but I’ll often fight tooth and nail
My days are an adventure and my life a storied tale
I ask: when all is said and done
What will be your answer, could you be the one

I have wandered far and wide
I have shared laughter I’ve hung my head and cried
I have been in beautiful harmony and at times in discord
I have been despised sometimes and others I was adored
All this and more is part of who I am
A surprising lot in common with a little lamb

Prone to stray and get separated from the flock
Lost afraid and in trouble I find myself secured upon the rock
I know the voice of the one who leads me and who cares
He loves me still even when my soul is laid bare
Will you take me as I am and love me just the same?
This too I do for you to live as your love deserves: this will be my aim

Quitting is never easy.
Falling into the mundane,
Living in the crevices of routine,
Now that's simple.
Not a problem.
Repetition comes like a dance.
You reside in each move,
Numb,
Mindless.
Muscle memory does all the work.
Until the music runs out.
And you stand without motion.
Without direction.
You realize you have been dancing,
For ages,
But have no idea what moves you even made.
Hollow,
Yet you have this dance.
Activivating automatically.
And as the awareness grows stronger,
That urge to repeat,
Grows dimmer and dimmer.
Until one day finally,
After ages of practice,
The music begins
Yet you refuse to dance.

Oh, lover
Let me fall into your covers
And pull me under
Oh, lover
Let me take you to the mountain side,
With the mist that matched your eyes,
Oh, lover
Let me kiss your cheek
Gently, and watch you sleep
Oh, lover
I'll protect you till my dying breath,
Scream your name till no air is left,
Oh, lover
Your fingers fit in the spaces between mine,
How can one deny, we're perfect by design
Oh, lover

Beneath the bends of Barrymore
On the southwest winds she chants some more
The clouds scoot by beneath the moon
Some say she's crazy like the loon
Dressed in black she cackles back
Tossing ashes from a sack
She throws her body down
And moans and sobs into the ground
A dagger she does draw it forth
Holding it up for all its worth
She shrieks and damns her birth
And plunges it deep into her heart . . .
So ends the life of the despised young **** . . .

Now the owls come silently in
Alighting next to still warm skin
All walk around the disposed young beast
Only uttering "Who" to say the least
Then the great owl comes fluttering in
He'd be a giant if he were made of men
He collectively surveys the scene
Takes a few steps before he says a thing
"Take her body to Evermoor"
The great one orders and implores
And all the owls take to wing
Holding the remains of the breathless thing
And take her earthly shell away
And as drops of blood fell from the flow
to the earth a white rose would grow
Leaving a trail
To the land as some will say
To the sacred woods of Evermoor
Yes sacredness in evermore

She has always been the one who was different; unafraid.
She was so happy, but i seen the marks left behind from the blade.
She was a rebel, an angel, and all things you define as "misfit."
She was not like the others, she was distant.
She left Heaven and fell to the earth, she is the one who never leaves you.
She is your Rebel Angel, she wants to help you get through.

She is the one who proudly wears her battle scars and defies all the rules.
She is the one who holds you while you cry, and throws away your tools.
She knows the pain you feel, because she herself lives through it everyday.
She doesn't tell you, because this Rebel Angel has fallen; nothin left to say.
She is and always will be the one who listen to the story of your tears.
She will stay with you till the storm clears.

She has fallen from grace, and left all of those she loved behind..
She left, cause they never seen her battle wounds, she was lost in her mind.
She has a secret, she has been hurt, and she longs to die.
That's the real reason she chose not to fly.
Angels can't die, she fell, but when she fell, she fell into love.
He has shown her she doesn't need to leave to be above.

This rebel, misfit, outcast, she is amazing inside and out.
And so are you, there isn't the slightest hint of doubt.
She has fallen from grace, lost all she has loved, but she got somethin new.
She has fallen in love with someone who will be there to always be true.
Don't give up on life my Rebel Angels, you aren't meant to fit in!
You were born to challenge the status quo, don't hurt your beautiful skin.

You may feel lost and alone right now, but i promise you, she is with you.
She knows that pain you go through and she will hold on like glue.
She knows the fight, and she knows you will win the war!
Yes, right now it will hurt and you may be a little sore...
But it will be worth it in the end my beautiful Rebel Angels, don't you see?
This Rebel Angel is him, her, you, and me..