My life has slipped out of my hands
Drifting away like desert sands
Dust devils stole my sight from me
How can I escape if I can't see
I don't know how long I'll survive
Every day I fight to stay alive
I've got to find a way to quench my thirst
To survive the desert at it's worst
On my own I will not make it through
Life will fade away without rescue
I'm lost alone beneath this starlit sky
Unlike the vultures I can never fly
The watchers circle me to view my death
They wish to hear my one last breath
If you don't come they'll get their wish
My desperate dreams are all selfish
I really need you to come and rescue me
I've got s
I used to think i knew,
Who i was... MY true self,
But sometimes even I,
Can learn something that shakes me,
You think you know your fears..
Your passions, and hopes,
Dreams too, but,
What about the ones that surprise even you?
You find that one obstacle,
That makes you stop and think,
Who am I? What am I really doing?
Why was I put here?
We think about these at least once in our lives,
We are naturally curious,
Curiosity killed the cat they say,
But they never said anything about humans,
Can being curious REALLY kill your mind?
Can it REALLY kill your soul?
No... It gives you experience...
It helps you find you...
So just
I've always wanted to learn to dance
And though I've tried it just didn't feel right
My dancing shoes are just as dusty as my heart
They've sat alone many a cold night
It hasn't been easy watching others have a ball
I must admit I've ached just to try
There hasn't been a place for me out there
I didn't fit in and I know why
My dancing style is slow and serious
It's intimate and it scares people away
Sure, it looks nice but nobody has wanted it
I've wanted to dance while they just wanted to play
I know this time that I'll learn to dance
You've got that depth in your eyes
Your kindred spirit reflects in my heart
It seems my being
I used to be a good girl,
Always doing what I'm told.
But very soon I found,
That being good gets old.
I want to let my hair down.
I want to have some fun.
And don't try to stop me,
'Cuz you and I both know,
I'm not the only one.
I'm sick of being pretty,
Of being prim and proper.
If a girl wants some fun,
Why try and stop her?
I want to be free.
I want to be bad.
Give my best wishes to dad.
Tell him his little girl,
Is becoming all grown up,
And living out her life,
Just the way she wants.
with happy boughs
to shelter my walk
but heavy feet
and a heavy heart
i feel elderly
although so young
weary before my time
perhaps prematurly
i may shrivel and die
you promised to pull me
out of the grave
you promised to give life
i just want to close my eyes
so take me home
is that too much to ask?
this world of "what if"s
will not dissipate
trying to see good
i can't deny the truths
living in the lies
it breaks me down
so i cannot start to cry