Song Stick Figure
Stick Figure
My soul is battered,
Holding on to strings
of a shredded purse now.
My soul is weathered
Holding on to pieces
of the clouds now.
My soul is tattered,
Holding on to memories
of my life now.
My soul is shattered,
Holding on to tears
of my heart now.
Where’s my reward at the end of the day?
Where’s my rainbow for all the debt I’ve paid?
Where’s my apology for all my disrupted ways?
The emptiness is creeping in,
The emptiness is creeping in,
The emptiness is creeping in,
I’m a stick figure with no inspiration,
I’m a dark shadow in a powder room,
I’m a contradiction in your logic.
The emptiness is creeping in,
The emptiness is creeping in,
The emptiness is creeping in.
Hey, thanks for the visit on my blog.. I'm going to take some time and go back and read what you've got here. Super hugs to you ... Jules ♥ you're never alone cause you got a huge lyme family !!!
ReplyDeleteI actually wrote this song/poem a while ago but forgot to post it. I don't know why but I tend to write dark songs for some reason :) Yes I have a very big Lyme family! So glad for that. Same goes for you, I plan to visit your blog again soon. Lots of good stuff!
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