When I was a child I had visions...now I am too busy.
Once I was young, but time, dragged me to the age of grown up, responsibility and well LIFE....
When time was young I did not fear
But then came a sound I'd longed to hear
I spun to see and tried to grasp
What held a voice like shattered glass
It cut me deep, brought forth new wounds
But sometimes pain knows how to soothe
My wounds would heal, but I'd still know
Memories need not always show
I could fight, so as not to be
But in the end I'd still be me
What searing pain had been brought back
By the voice like shattered glass
But then came a sound I'd longed to hear
I spun to see and tried to grasp
What held a voice like shattered glass
It cut me deep, brought forth new wounds
But sometimes pain knows how to soothe
My wounds would heal, but I'd still know
Memories need not always show
I could fight, so as not to be
But in the end I'd still be me
What searing pain had been brought back
By the voice like shattered glass
No life isn't always sad, we laugh, we play, we sing, we dance. The world revolved around me and I.
I want so much to understand. But many people know my name but not my story.
No one knows my story…. It may not be as tragic as many others but it is tragic to me….
But I am not going to bare it all for all to see… the tale will stay with me.
I can’t change the past but maybe I can change the future, or maybe I can’t. But I will give it a kick and a punch and who knows..
So is this me, the real me!!! or am I just an illusion