Never in my life have I been more happy to know that I have nothing
Such freedom out of the bleak
Starting fresh like an empty slate
The question is on the board but the answer hangs in the air
No real meaning because they will be replaced with what I want
Once left alone and cast to the side
If you only knew how by your despicable actions you would form me
For the first time in a while I see a glimmer in the darkness
Not hope but a chance born out of perseverance
This is the glory that I've so long been looking for
Finally there's a poor little boy who's been given a gift for keeps
You just gave a sword to a five year old
Oh and it wasn't by mistake
Small children are armed and dangerous
Locked away in a cell for far too long
Went in as a toddler and came out a hardened criminal
Strapped with chains and brass knuckles
Sharp objects and shinny stabbing utensils
And in true fashion to the child in me
I've got a pocket full of crayons
Set to paint a new life on every canvas left blank
In the end I'm gonna murder that beast in me
Forget the bridges we're throwing fire bombs
A breakthrough has never taken me so far
The key to a dream I didn't know existed on the outside of barred doors
My baby boy's been empowered and let loose
Time is precious and it's time we got ours back
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
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