my first solo song
As I walk across the stage
The lights shining
Snap
A spotlights directly on me, taking away the whole audiance
The backtrack starts
I sing my first note
It feels as if only moments go by…
The next thing I know the songs over
I get my applause
I leave the stage.
the child in me
A child, an awkward child
A lonely child.
Why is this child so lonely
Why is this child so awkward.
Maybe it’s because one friend moved and one friend disowned him
Maybe it’s because he likes to act and do girly musicals.
Or could it just be he's misunderstood
Or maybe he wants to be different but doesn't know it yet.
Poor lonely boy
Poor awkward boy.
music
Music comes in different colors, shapes, and forms
It’s all in the ear of the beholder
From love ballads of a deep pulsing pink
To a hell like red of hate and evil
Music is free
Music never fails to explain life.
It’s all in the ear of the beholder
From love ballads of a deep pulsing pink
To a hell like red of hate and evil
Music is free
Music never fails to explain life.
here lies a homeless woman, gone of tragedy
Here is a rotting, dead, red-headed girl
Sun seeps through the cracks of her cardboard house
The day goes by, she becomes a snack for a squirrel
Only a few hours later the squirrel is joined by a mouse
This girl being baked by hot, fiery, sun
To bad nobody knows that she is gone
A few days ago she stole her dad’s gun
Her last few days were not very fun
Days go, all people do is scrunch at it
Is that her, nothing but scraps are left
Nobody will ever care, neither admit
Because all she did was a bad attempt at theft
The girl went to go rob with her gang
But all she did was trip, the gun went bang.
Sun seeps through the cracks of her cardboard house
The day goes by, she becomes a snack for a squirrel
Only a few hours later the squirrel is joined by a mouse
This girl being baked by hot, fiery, sun
To bad nobody knows that she is gone
A few days ago she stole her dad’s gun
Her last few days were not very fun
Days go, all people do is scrunch at it
Is that her, nothing but scraps are left
Nobody will ever care, neither admit
Because all she did was a bad attempt at theft
The girl went to go rob with her gang
But all she did was trip, the gun went bang.