I didn't write these. My friend Kristen Winslow did. I arranged them and put them to music. I love them.
A little girl
Shoes untied
Graceless
She sat in that plum tree
Writing down her dreams
Hoping tonight wouldn’t hurt
Bearing the burden
of a secret pain
Lost beneath a raging storm
Wanting so badly to fly away
Eyes that hide it all
She weeps for relief that
Never comes
Each bruise a reminder
Of the love lost on a girl
Cradled the world in her hands
Giving more of herself than she had
Broken by times that forgot
Her innocence taken by the night
She pastes a smile on
Trying so hard to hold onto the good
She weeps for relief that
Never comes
Each bruise a reminder
Of the love lost on a girl
Life breaks her faith
Pieces of childhood
Washed away
Unknown to the rest
She closes those beautiful eyes
And prays morning will bring
A calm silence
She weeps for relief that
Never comes
Each bruise a reminder
Of the love lost on a girl
Of the love lost on a girl
To lose herself in..
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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