In the beginning her life is full of playShe hears the songs of innocence and dances through MonetHer path is paved with wondrous things; her heart is made of goldHer mind dreams of fairy tale's at the age of 6 years old
He makes her think it’s just a game, come on let's play pretendNow for the person she’s supposed to be, that moment was the end
May innocence and serenity bewareFor hiding in the room next to hers is a man who does not careThe signs are there but they say it just can’t beThey turn their heads in ignorance, as if they do not see
He makes her think its just a game, come on let's play pretendNow for the person she’s supposed to be, that moment was the end
She's left alone with these feelings she can't feelStumbling through life each day and none of it is real.Her head is down; her eyes now watch the floorThe only time she thinks she's whole, is when she’s treated like a whore
He makes her think it’s just a game, come on let's play pretendNow for the person she’s supposed to be, that moment was the end
Now when she finds the one’s who are truly safeShe can become strong again and in life she will find faithThough she may feel these wounds are much too deepShe will find herself and so much more, the day she begins to weep
Now for the person she became that day, this moment is the end.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Idenitity Theft
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Asking your permission to re-post on my blog - credit given to you of course. How do you feel about that? Let me know. It's okay either way. This one rings true my friend.
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