Stone cold, is my soul.
You want it Satan? Consider it sold!
I want to scream it loud,
That I’ve got no hold,
On what I’m gonna to do,
What I’m gonna say,
Who I’m gonna be, anymore.
I feel myself slipping away, it ain’t no joke.
Now let’s not ignore the person I was, Before
He, the Lord,
Decided I had to be ripped apart and torn,
Burned down to the ground.
That person had to be mourned.
From the ashes, I rose.
I couldn’t feel anymore.
The numbness inside me roared.
Love couldn’t be restored.
What am I doing? What exactly is my role?
Now that I’m stone cold.

She watched as the predator made his move,
Red flags of caution flashed in her head.
She knew his feelings wouldn’t be true,
Yet she couldn’t stop thinking about him as she lay in bed.

She had seen far too worse in the name of love,
But something about her predator seemed to captivate her.
She promised to be careful, that was her vow,
But every time she saw him she knew they’d end up together.

A glance turned into a chat and a chat turned into a touch.
With every passing day he stopped being a predator.
She told herself she'd be stubborn and not budge,
But she was breaking and his affection was her sedative.

It wasn't long before their hearts bridged the gap,
It wasn’t long before their lips met for a kiss.
It wasn’t long before she fell into the trap,
It wasn’t long before she couldn’t resist.

She was finally being accepted for who she really was,
And could bid her insecurities farewell.
She allowed herself to move on from the scars,
And cherished being the girl who fell.

                                                          ­    -Wayward❤

I look into the mirror, admiring what I see,
Oh the soft curves, there's no one else I'd rather be,
Is she a queen or is she a slave?
Who is the girl that I see in front of me?

Now I see a woman, independent and sweet.
A respected wife and a loving mother of three.
Is she really content or is she just compromised?
Who is the woman I see in front of me?

As time goes by, so does my age,
I hate what I see, we're no longer on the same page,
All these liars praise my non-existent youth,
But oh the mirror shows me the truth.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Why are you the cruelest of them all?
Show me the day that I once believed,
That I was the prettiest maiden that ever lived.

A fallen angel, is what you are.
They cut off your wings and left a scar.
Uniquity was a crime that was unforgiven.
And forever you were banished from heaven.

What dragged you down to the depths of hell?
Was it really necessary to rebel?
It was your courage to take a stand.
Even when you knew you’d receive reprimand.

Fallen or not, angel you remained.
Follow your dreams, love, don’t be ashamed.
You don’t need wings to rise high,
You are your own limit, it's not the sky.