Anger
08.12.05 (2:14 pm) [edit]Anger
Hate boiling inside of me
But I'm afraid to let it out.
I know it wants to be free,
I know without a doubt.
But if I let it go,
It may kill.
Me or you, I dont know who,
But I'm sure it will.
It's beating me up inside.
I'm ready to explode.
Maybe it'll be me who has died,
I'm carrying too much of a load.
So I'm silently waiting,
Keeping it all in.
& nbsp; Silently debating,
Quiet as a dropped pin.
And I decide to keep it locked inside of me,
Rather then release it on my friends.
I've locked it tight and swallowed the key,
This is how it has to end.
Asteroid
08.01.05 (6:45 am) [edit]Asteroid
And just a days notice
Of our Earth's end.
Nothign we can do,
We're doomed my friend.
We were swept by panic;
It was a crazy last day.
And when we looked into the sky,
And say the asteroid coming,
We began to pray.
"It was bumped out of an
Asteroid belt." They say.
Just a fragment of rock in orbit
But it'll rip us apart.
Scientists going through the options
Working with all thier heart.
But it's too late now,
No one will be saved.
Into Earth it'll plow
Earth's going to cave.
Around the world it hit us.
I can only imagine the crater it made.
I can feel the impact from here -
We're all going into the shade.
The sun is blocked from us,
Blurred right out.
It's not so warm anymore,
It's freezing with a doubt.
Starving and freezing...
What a lovely way to say goodbye.
Just a rock in orbit, as asteroid.
I really didn't want to die.
Wrote it for Science class, had to read it in front of them too, MEH.
Claimed By Fire
06.25.05 (4:59 pm) [edit]Claimed By Fire
Staring into the flickering flames;
Smoke blurring my eyes.
Glazed over and trance-like,
Not aware that I cry.
Sirens going off,
Warnings in my head.
Shouting voices telling me to
Get away or be dead.
But the fire has captured me
Wrapped me in a smoky net.
Shall I stand here forever?
Away I can't get.
Rough hands pulling at me;
Pulling me away.
"It'll be ok."
They say.
But it wont be,
Everythings burning.
My home, my life, my family.
To be with them once again I'm yearning.
Hope
06.11.05 (10:29 am) [edit]Hope
And the words she wrote made me want to cry.
Nevermind, there is water in my eyes.
At the paper I just stared -
Not sure if I dared
To put down my own thoughts and words.
And my eyes - They just blurred.
Just thinking about what she said
Made me realize how I really didnt want to be dead.
Of what I believed she reminded me.
For everything had slipped under, but now I see.
I just fell apart, while trying to cope.
Thanks for reminding me
~*~As long as there is life there is hope~*~
Crying Eyes
05.30.05 (12:59 pm) [edit]Crying Eyes
Eyes like puddles of mud reflecting in the sunlight
Of a dying fall day.
Clear tears of rain sliding from them
Down the hill to join the river,
Leaving darkened paths on the earth
As they go.
The mouth of the river tightening,
Clenching it's teeth
To hold back the pain.
A single drop of river tear
Slips off of the face of the earth
To fall.
Reflection of moonlight on water
The only thing outside the darkness.
The tears disappearing
Like they were never really there at all.
The only evidence -
Thier dark tracks
Disappearing in a darker night.
No one will see the earth's tears.
Poison
05.21.05 (12:40 pm) [edit]Poison
With a poison dart
And bow of gold
You pierced my heart
And now it's yours to hold.
I'd fight if i wanted it back once more,
But your poison far from killed.
It has opened up an invisable door
And my heart stilled.
The poison in my blood feels so good,
I think it's got me under a spell.
I think love you I could
You're raising me up from hell.
So I'll love you and let my doubts go,
And just hope I don't end up in the dirt.
You're giving my life reason, and it's starting to flow.
I just hope I don't get hurt.
Friends?
05.14.05 (4:18 pm) [edit]Friends?
Friends are the ones who are always there.
No matter what, they always care.
You help them with a problem, or when they're feeling down.
You lend a hand and wipe away a frown.
They do the same for you-
That is, if they're true.
I try so hard to make sure my friends I protect.
Any threat or danger I pursue or deflect.
But some friends dont really care.
They'll pretend they do, but be so unfair.
They dont want to help you when you're hurt.
You'de help them, but to them, you're dirt.
I try not to let them bother me,
But hurt by them I can not help but be...
Burning
05.08.05 (11:00 am) [edit]Burning
Yeah, and I just sat on my porch.
Right on the steps,
And watched my life burn away.
Everything was a'blazing,
And my life - it was flaming.
I didnt go get no water, 'cause I wanted it gone.
I wasn't gonna miss it cause I'm movin on.
So I sat there and watched it burn.
Flames flickering and catching
Memory after memory.
I didnt smile,
But I certainly didnt cry.
I didnt really care,
But I didnt want this to die.
Everything was a'blazing,
And my life - it was flaming.
I didnt go get no water, 'cause I wanted it gone.
I wasn't gonna miss it cause I'm movin on.
The last footsteps in the dirt
Faded and brought the hurt.
And I just sat there on my old front porch
And watched it go.
I dropped the old hand-written letters
And dog-eared snapshots
Into the flames
And pretended I didnt care a lot.
Everything was a'blazing,
And my life - it was flaming.
I didnt go get no water, 'cause I wanted it gone.
I wasn't gonna miss it cause I'm movin on.
And you walked away
And that car door slammed.
And I knew that I'd miss u today.
And the flames I damned.
Your car pulled out of our driveway
And you shouted through the heat that you didnt love me anymore.
I just stared at the flames,
And all I could hear was my fire and your slammed door.
Everything was a'blazing,
And my life - it was flaming.
I didnt go get no water, 'cause I thought i wanted us gone.
I didnt think i'd miss us cause I wanted to move on.
Wind in My Hair
05.01.05 (6:52 am) [edit]Wind in My Hair
Sometimes I just want to fly so high up into that sky that I reach the sun,
And then just let me burn, yeah i just want to burn.
I dont want to be here anymore, just let me fly and have my fun before my life is done.
Let me be free for just the moment, then just let me burn, yeah, won't you ever learn?
I just want to feel the Wind in my hair,
Be one with this storm of life, and enjoy the gale.
I'm going to take the chances, go out on that dare.
Live a little before I fail.
It dosnt matter how long it lasts,
As long as I get the chance to fly, it'll be ok.
I just want to live for the moment and make up for the past.
No use in crying and waiting for better days.
I just want to feel the Wind in my hair
Be one with this storm of life and enjoy the gale.
I'm going to take the chances, go out on that dare.
Live a little before I fail.
So someone life me up and let me fly.
Come with me and we can be free.
Someone love me before I die.
Someone just come be with me.
I just want to feel the Wind in my hair
Be one with this storm of life, and enjoy the gale.
I'm going to take the chances, go out on that dare.
Live a little before I fail.
I just want someone to take my hand,
Wanna have a little fun, let my wild side out.
Won't someone be my man?
Yeah, I'll show you what life's about.
We can just want to feel the Wind in our hair,
Be one with this storm of life and enjoy the gale.
Let's take the chances, go out on that dare.
Let's live a little and not care if all does fail.
Who cares if we've got each other?
Mustang Essay
04.25.05 (5:24 pm) [edit]L 1
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CP English 9
Ms. Brooder
26 April 2005
An Unjust Kill
The Slaughter of Mustangs in America
You’re in the car with your children driving out to your vacation on a nice summer day. Everyone, especially your two kids in the back seat, are in a great mood and are singing along with the music. Suddenly an awful noise is heard above the music. It sounds like the panicked cry and neigh of dozens of horses coming up on you fast. You know the sound, living in Nevada and owning a few horses yourself. A large truck passes you, and you are stunned to silence by what you see. The back of the truck is packed tightly with scared and undernourished mustangs. In their panic, they are straining against one another and their confinements, injuring themselves. The kids have stopped singing, and burst into tears in the backseat. The happy music drifts eerily and unwelcome in the uncomfortable situation until you switch it off. The sound of the mustangs zooming ahead to their deaths is all you can hear, and the sound will haunt you for a while yet. You have to do something about the horrors that are occurring.
The slaughter of wild mustangs in America, recently legalized by the Burns Amendment in December 2004, ought to be repealed. The Burns Amendment made it legal for wild horses and burros (which are donkey/mule like creatures, that are in the same category as horses) to be slaughtered. There are only a few requirements the mustangs need to meet for the slaughterhouses to take them. They must be over ten years of age, or they must have failed to be adopted three times. A horse’s age, especially wild one’s is hard to guess at and you can never know for sure. A buyer could very well be for one of the three slaughterhouses in the US, and then horses will end up there anyway (Hale). Thousands of mustangs are now eligible to be slaughtered. "Their meat will be offered on menus in France, Belgium, and Japan," says Nick J. Rahall, who is trying to remove the Amendment (pg16). Rahall also makes another important point, "To suggest that an acceptable solution to a federal agency’s management dilemma is commercial slaughter is an irresponsible approach to public lands and the wild life that roam them." This slaughter is wrong. Horses are well loved and a symbol of freedom to some in America. They do not harm the areas they roam, and the Wild Free-Roaming Horse and Burro Act protected them for many years before. There are not any good reasons that we should resort to slaughter to decrease the mustang population, especially considering how hard people have fought to protect them.
The 191 Wild Free-Roaming Horse and Burro Act has protected the mustangs from brutal slaughter for 33 years. It was illegal to transport wild horses and burros for processing into commercial products. The protection of these horses was fought hard for (Horse Illustrated pg16). What makes this right now, when it was proven it wasn’t then? The mustang population was decreasing falling fast when their slaughter was legal (WHBFA, “Congress Opens the Door to Wild Horse Slaughter.” “Today’s populations of wild horses and burros are half of what they were in 1974 when populations were nearly exterminated.”(WHBFA “Congress Opens the Door to Wild Horse Slaughter) It was brutal. The open trucks loaded with panicked, abused, ragged horses scared people and made them wonder what this world was coming to. Will we be scared like that again now? We should stand up for them while there are still mustangs to stand up for.
Horses are well loved in America, and the mustangs are a symbol of freedom to some. Horses are treasured by many. People own them as pets and sometimes even consider them part of the family. “Americans don’t eat horses, nor do we raise them for human consumption. These are people’s pets. I can’t imagine the cruelty they endure on the way to and during slaughter;” said Holly Hazard, DDAL’s Executive director.”(Hale) Mustangs can also live on their own; free, and don’t need help from anyone to get by. They inspire many people, and have been around since before most of our ancestors. Civilization relied on horses for many things in the past (WHBFA “Did You Know Wild Horses are Native to North America?”). Without them, we wouldn’t be where we are today. They helped us, shouldn’t we help them?
Mustangs don’t really do any harm to the areas they are permitted to roam on, and their numbers are not overwhelming. Some ranch and livestock owners might say that the mustang population before the Act was too high. They were a nuisance and their slaughter was a good way for them to be productive and not use up what was needed by their cattle. Now the cattle on the land outnumber them by far. “The ratio of domestic livestock to wild horses and burros on the public lands is at least 50 to 1.”(WHBFA “The Facts.”) There is plenty of resources farmer’s cattle need like grass, water, and roaming space even with the mustang’s presence. They do not harm anyone, and should be left alone.
There are other, more humane, ways to decrease the population of the mustangs and keep it at a good, manageable level. More could be adopted. Sterilization of chosen mustangs by artificial selection would prevent their reproduction. It would also make the breed a little better off by only continuing the lines of the horses better equipped to survive. Relocation or placement with qualified individuals or organizations is also a much more humane alternative. There are no shortages of solutions. The slaughter of mustangs in America should be put to an end. You should do what you know is right in your heart and oppose this American tragedy.
Work Cited
Congress Opens the Door to Wild Horse Slaughter. 20 Nov. 2004.
Wild Horse and Burro Freedom Alliance. 12 Apr. 2005
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Hale, Cindy. Organizations Release Statement Opposing Mustang
Slaughter. Horse Illustrated. 25 Apr. 2005
"Hope for Wild Horses." Horse Illustrated Apr. 2005: 16.
The Facts. 20 Nov. 2004. Wild Horse and Burro Freedom Alliance.
12 Apr. 2005
No Point
04.19.05 (3:37 pm) [edit]No Point
Spilling your secrets and then crying because of what you've done.
Staring out the windows at the driveway, blinking back the tears.
Hoping maybe everything will be ok by the rise of the sun,
Knowing it wont and overcome by your fears.
Pain so fierce you want to start screaming.
How can anyone be so cruel?
The pain is forever, that's how it's now seeming.
How can anyone be such a fool?
Living life this way is barely better then not living it at all,
Like every day is a constant gift from hell, the constant hurt and pain.
No one's there to help you up, just to help you fall.
I think I'd rather just be slain.
No point in crying when it's over I guess,
No point in wishing my life wasnt a mess.
I can only hold on and fight every chance,
Live it up while I can and dance every dance.
We only have so long to live
Until hell sets in with it's ways.
Thunder Storms
04.12.05 (4:40 pm) [edit]Thunder Storms
Rain pouring all around,
Like rockets coming down
And beating the ground.
Piercing my skin, like tiny knives,
Like bullets aiming to take lives.
Thunder chilling me to the bone.
Feeling so cold and so close to alone.
Lightening flashes; night turns to day.
My thoughts are drown out, I love it that way.
Not a bird dares to soar,
But this is what I live for.
BROKEN
04.05.05 (4:21 pm) [edit]BROKEN
B eing shattered to nothing and
R ipped apart.
O ften breaking down and
K rying at night.
E very day dying and
N ever staying strong
When you're broken.
Tears
03.27.05 (4:41 pm) [edit]Tears
A single drop of water, a tear;
Brought to the surface by the pain so near.
Blinking it away, as though it was never there;
Trying so hard to look like you just don't care.
The single tear is joined by others, brimming in your eye.
Blinking rapidly, not wanting to cry.
But they spill down your cheek, and onto your arm.
You hate the sight of them, though they do you no harm.
So you quickly wipe them away,
Pretending nothing ever happened, and it's an ordinary day.
The pain in your eyes no one ever does see
No one, that is, except me.
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Your Words
03.20.05 (7:44 am) [edit]Your Words
When I wake up crying at night
And I think I'm ready to give up the fight
I remember your words.
When I tremble and shake
'Cause I'm so ready to B.R.E.A.K.
I remember your words.
When I'm screaming from the pain,
And no longer quite sane
I remember your words:
"You're no hero, Give it up."
Well, I wasn't trying to be no one's damn hero.
I'm just trying to survive.
But seeing it's so clear I can't do it anyway.
I apologize to all those left alive.
It's time for my goodbye.
Scars
03.11.05 (3:22 pm) [edit]& nbsp; &n bsp; Scars
Fading scars hidden by the sleeves of a sweatshirt.
Self induced, to get rid of the pain and hurt.
A network of scars, created by what?
She won't tell me but makes cut after cut.
The pain dosn't fade in the end,
But it dosn't matter; this pain's become her friend.
A desperate cry for help some might say.
People like that just want to be noticed some day.
Could be something more, but how will I ever know?
Could mean so much more and so
& nbsp;I watch, but don't say a word,
Don't tell her what I've heard;
Just carefully make sure everything's ok,
And wait for her time of better days.
The Haunter
03.05.05 (8:29 am) [edit]The Haunter
Tears don't mean a damn thing,
Like lost dreams or broken wings.
Ignorant to her pain;
Leaving her with nothing to gain.
Letting her blood flow,
Her life they're just letting go.
The fight still left in her eyes,
Tells them that she has to die.
Anger in a flame,
And they hate her just the same.
Tears, blood and pain to the fire.
her death is thier desire.
But even then she will fight.
They will never reach her hieght.
She has the strenght to stand tall,
Even if they make her fall.
& nbsp; In life she taunts
And in death she'll haunt.
So her life is never really done.
Over you she has won.
Her Fight
02.23.05 (7:52 am) [edit]Her Fight
She had dreamed that she would fly one day
To a place where happiness grew.
She had dreamed that she'd find a way
To set aside her blues.
She wrote her poetry, in her room alone.
Crying without tears for what no one would know.
She hurt right to the very bone,
Knowing her fate of death was near and so:
She dreamed of a world that she could love.
She dreamed of rescue, rivers, and doves.
She dreamed that she would get away
From the fate she knew to be in the coming days.
Her dreams never did come true.
She disappeared from us one cold winter night.
Stolen right from her bed, she wept for you.
'Till the end she did fight.
And now as I read her words here,
The poetry she left, in hope that we'd hear
Her cries for help that weren't found till too late.
Her words of anger, fear, pain and hate.
They bring a tear to my eye.
I can't help but cry.
She tried to hold onto this life,
But still she was taken at the threat of a knife.
She entrusted her secrets in only one,
In hopes that I would carry on her fight.
But now that her life is done...
ALl I can think of is that cold winter night.
Her life through so much pain she led
Fighting for her freedom, standing so strong.
SO many others would have been ridden to bed
Any one else would have been long long gone.
But now that she's gone, is all lost?
I know what she would say.
She would tell me I had to keep going, that this cause had her life cost.
She would want me to carry on, to find a way.
SO now I wipe those tears from my eyes.
I let her hope fill my heart and her will to go on.
I wispher to her soul goodbye
And carry her fight forever on, even though she is gone.
SHe will live in those she touched forever.
I know I will forget her never.
Dying
02.18.05 (11:49 am) [edit]Dying
Staring out the window, barely anything in my eyes.
A look of vacancy that hides
The pain, and the lies.
The reflection of the window's glass
A pain slipped under at last.
As I lay here dying, my eyes losing thier light,
My last memomories flicker in my mind:
At least I never gave up the fight.
ALONE IN LIFE
02.05.05 (11:59 am) [edit]ALONE IN LIFE
~A~ dream that will never happen
hope that disappears
~L~ ife that falls apart
pushed to run by your fears
~O~ nce time has passed,
you'll never get it back
~N~ o one's there to hear you scream
you're left to the black
~E~ very moment slips away from you
and you're left alone.
~I~ n life you have to learn to live alone,
for you can't count on a soul.
~N~ o one will come to your rescue
trapped in a black hole.
~L~ ife is full of hardships,
trouble, and pain
~I~ f you hold onto life with steel hands,
maybe, just maybe, you'll stay sane.
~F~ or there is no one you can trust
the only one to watch your back is you
~E~ veryday is a battle
you're on your own. You know it's true.
To Get Away From You
01.23.05 (3:46 pm) [edit]To Get Away From You
There are things that tie me here, that tie me down.
They're suffacating me slowly, and slowly I'll drown.
But I'd prefer to drown here, then somew where else die.
But I'll be going someplace else, though I've covered the truth with my lies.
I've tried to get away, but there's no escape from hell.
I'm out of luck, I've got no deals left to sell.
So in vain I search for the way out, my key to freedom,
But I'm still without hope, I've nothing left to believe in.
I refuse to submit myself to the painful certainty ahead,
I'd prefer to stand and fight then accept that I'll soon be in hell or dead.
I don't deserve this path that's been chosen for me
But there seems no way out, it seems I'll never be free.
I refuse to let my tears flow, to darkness I refuse to go.
So I'll burn everything that ties me to you, that you've tied me to.
And to escape my own fire, I'll die in a death of blue;
For anything is better then you.
Lady of Shallott
01.18.05 (5:50 pm) [edit]Lady of Shallott
A lone boat set out.
Evening was beginning to set in.
The world painted in silence,
Like an overhanging sin.
One passenger aboard,
Long haired and wide-eyed.
A look of royalty,
And everything that implies.
Her mind is yearning to be free
At least that's what she thinks she's missing.
That's what she's determined to be,
The downside of that she's dismissing.
The night air turns a shade closer to dark.
Just one candle alight.
She glides through the water, not leaving a mark
Her heart clenched tight.
She knows of the long journey ahead,
But she's determined to get away; to fly.
She won't do anything instead.
She wrongly thinks her options are run or die.
Led by a broken lantern,
And comforted by her elaborate boat.
She soon begins to learn
How much harder life is then it looks.
But she keeps going,
Farther into the gloom.
Keeps rowing,
The shadows loom.
She looks around her, terrified and scared.
There seems to be nothing ahead and nothing behind.
She strayed from everyone who cared;
Betrayed all those kind.
She longs to turn back
But she knows they wont again let her in.
The shadows any hope distract.
She'll never go back to her kin.
One by one she gives her hope up.
Nothing left.
A once full cup.
The shadows know the trick of theft.
The darkness is stealing
The light and her soul.
The darkness revealing
An emptiness; nothing more then a black hole.
Hope is gone.
Down the river she'll float forever.
It didn't take too long.
The darkness will let her go never.
Fading
01.16.05 (1:03 pm) [edit]Fading
I woke up this morning,
With tear already in my eyes.
I guess somehow I knew what was coming;
Geuss I could see through the lies.
I wish I had known then,
What the pain was that the day would bring.
'Cause maybe if I had known
I could have lived it up; had one more chance to sing.
If I had one more; one more hour, one more day
I would live life like it should be.
I'd have fun my way.
I'd go wild, yeah, wild and free.
I'd tell you how I really loved you.
I'd take all the chances.
I'd live like I used to,
Yeah, Like I used to.
With the risks and the chances,
With the love and the glances.
But I won't be seeing tomorrow,
For I know I'm fading fast.
Please, for me don't feel sorrow.
Let my life lie in the past.
Remember how I loved you,
Then just forget.
I know it's hard to do...
But just forget we ever met.
Your hands in mine and you're crying.
I want to tell you I'm ok, and wipe them away...
But then I'd be lying.
I try to whisper I love you,
But now I can hardly move.
I start crying too...
You're trying to sooth.
I'm losing blood fast,
A red pool spreading out on the pavement.
Your jeans are turning a shade of black,
I'm trying to wave the pain back.
Now you're yelling ad loud as you can.
"Someone help us please,
Please someone save her man."
You're yelling that you can't live without me...
I want to tell you that you can.
I want to tell you that now I'll be free,
But I can't.
I want to tell you I'm ok...
That I'll get up any moinute now.
But I won't be seeing tomorrow,
For I know I'm fading fast.
Please, for me don't feel sorrow.
Let my life lie in the past.
Remember how I loved you,
Then just forget.
I know it's hard to do...
But just forget we ever met.
But I can't anymore.
Everything's black.
One of you're tears lands on my cheek.
You're yelling "Please,
Oh please god,
Send her back."
But I won't be seeing tomorrow,
For I know I'm fading fast.
Please, for me don't feel sorrow.
Let my life lie in the past.
Remember how I loved you,
Then just forget.
I know it's hard to do...
But just forget we ever met.
To anyone who actualy took the time to read this:
Thanks. It means a lot to me. I'd love it if you'd comment, because I really don't know what to think of this one. I've had mixed comments, as well as mixed feelings. I want to find out how it really is.
~Nicole
More Then Enough
01.10.05 (1:44 pm) [edit]More Then Enough
My mind goes blank,
And I want to run.
Into darkness I sank,
Someone turned out the sun.
Everything's spinning.
I'm so afraid.
My world is dimming.
I'll never get saved.
A force unseen,
A sudden pain.
Hands rough and mean.
Locked down and chained.
I'm on my way to hell,
And there's no way out.
No one can hear me when I yell.
What's this all about?!
I never did much wrong.
So many times I've been hurt.
The pain's been going on so long.
Been treated like nothing more then dirt.
And I'm sick of it.
I've had enough.
Ready to start that fire I've been planning;
Ready to get it lit.
Gonna get down and dirty.
Gonna get tough.
'Cause I've had way more then
Enough.
Ain't a soul who can stop me
Not now, not anymore.
You just wait and see,
I'm gonna find that door.
The fires gonna burn bright.
It's gonna set me free.
I'm gonna set it all alight
And my past and pains will burn with me.
'Cause I'm sick of it.
I've had enough.
I've started that fire I've been planning;
Ready to get it lit.
Gonna get down and dirty.
Gonna get tough.
'Cause I've had way more then
Enough.
I've proved yall wrong.
I'm stronger then you.
I got away, and it didn't take me long.
Maybe now you'll see it's true.
I got away.
And now I laugh in your face.
I'm free today,
Of me you won't find a trace.
'Cause I hit the road
On my new Harley.
Carrying a new light load,
I'm finally free.
'Cause I got sick of it.
I'd had enough.
I started that fire I've been planning;
It's alread lit.
I got down and dirty.
I got tough.
'Cause I've had way more then
Enough.
Yeah,
Way more then enough baby.
So I set it all on fire.
My past is burnt to ashes,
And my pains are just mere memories.
'Cause I got sick of it.
I'd had enough.
I started that fire I've been planning;
It's alread lit.
I got down and dirty.
I got tough.
'Cause I've had way more then
Enough.
Tough,
Yeah baby, tough.
Stong,
Stronger baby.
Stronger then you'll ever be.
I'm free.
Yeah, baby
Do you know what free is?
Yeah, it's me.
I'm free.
Free baby,
Free.
Set Me Free
12.23.04 (6:46 am) [edit]Set Me Free
Verse 1:
A day come. A day goes.
Time stop. Time flows.
But my eyes are now closed,
And I don't see it pass.
Maybe I juts don't wanna see,
I'm too busy with my fight.
Too busy tryin to get free,
Of life I've lost sight.
Chorus:
So someone send me a line,
Someone send back my life.
I need to get back to feelin fine.
I'm dancin on the edge of a knife.
I need someone to come rescue me.
Is that so hard to see?
Set me free.
Verse 2:
Crying alone.
Need someone I can call my own.
Someoe to bring me back to life.
Gettin ready to pick up that knife.
The one I've bee dancin on.
It's gotten to be too much, been goin' on too long.
So someone came save me,
Before I set myself free.
Chorus:
So someone send me a line,
Someone send back my life.
I need to get back to feelin’ fine.
I’m dancing’ on the edge of a knife.
I need someone to come rescue me.
Is that so hard to see?
Set me free.
Verse 3:
If this goes on,
I'll be gone.
I can't avoid the enivtitable forever.
Take me now or take me never.
Yeah, it's now or never baby.
Here's your best chance.
Stab me. Stab me with the end of your lance.
C'mon, Get it over with.
Chorus:
So someone send me a line,
Someone send back my life.
I need to get back to feelin’ fine.
I’m dancing’ on the edge of a knife.
I need someone to come rescue me.
Is that so hard to see?
Set me free.
So someone send me a line,
Someone send back my life.
I need to get back to feelin’ fine.
I’m dancing’ on the edge of a knife.
I need someone to come rescue me.
(Oh, come rescue me)
Is that so hard to see?
Set me free.
Yeah, C'mon baby.
Set me free.
Set me free.
Set me free.
~This is one of my few songs that I can sing (well, I can't really sing, sorry Matt and lee, but you don't know what ur talking about, lol, I really can't) and has a tune to it. I'd love to be able to actually write the music and be able to play it on the piano (I've been playin for 7 or 6 years and I still suck at it). I try, but I don't have that much time or patience when I do have the time. Lol. maybe someday.