I see the shame in your glory,
I feel your pain as you tell your story,
I read between the lines as you talk,
the broken footsteps in your walk.
Seekin, searching,
for something you know nothin of,
Creeping, stealing,
away for the hopes of love.
And everything is held so tightly
to your chest,
Afraid to let them have
what beats beneath your breast.
For it does not beat
a rthymic tune,
it lost its place
not a minute too soon.
Scared and lost
weary and tired,
of being treated like ****,
yet being admired....
Of being loved with expectations
you'll never meet,
yet they lay promises and roses
at your feet.
And your tears no longer
fall to the floor,
You've lost your voice
screaming 'no more, no more',
And you are crossed and loved
and burned and mourned
thinking you are cursed
from the moment you're born.
And you forgot that you are something
not nothing by that you are due
because you are none of these faults
that they found in you.
Yes you will miss the ****
and the love that they accused
but you will not forget the hurt
that they spread and abused.
Just remember when all is gone and you're ready to go
should all be forgotten and misread
that you loved with your heart
and not with your head.
Be proud of who you are
and not what they wanted you to be
life is a lesson
learn, love and be free
