It spirals through the air mysteriously
It draws out laughter, tears, or smiles of joy
There are so many ways that it can be
The lion or the mouse it can deploy
It meddles with your head and with your soul
It fills you up, or sometimes brings you down
It can affect a nation as a whole
With beautiful, or sometimes awful sound
When I was very young and quite naive
I did not know the source of all my joy
But as I've grown I've learned entirely
That music is what always fills the void
Music is my sister, mother, friend
It's what will fill me up until the end
I hate
Gossip
Rumors
And most of all,
Secrets.
When you feel locked up
And someone
Asks you to open up,
You gladly let them
Inside
Where no one
Should dare to look.
Nothing
Will be the same
Once they turn
the key.
You will see
That you are naked before them
And what they have seen
Will change the way
They perceive you
Forever.
Sometimes
Secrets
Are meant for keeping.
I wish I could explain
to you
how this feels.
How I can feel the energy
pulsing through me
all the way to my
finger tips.
I wish that you could hear
the way these words sound
in my head.
The way that the rythum
lifts a veil
and shows all my
emotions
if you are looking at these words
correctly.
I believe
that some things
are not meant to be read
aloud.
Some things
need to sink
into your
skin
and melt into your
veins
until they find your
soul
and stir you up
inside.
When these things are read aloud
it seems as if
the air
swallows them up
and leaves them no chance
to find their way into
your heart.
Some words
I need someone to talk to
But no one understands
No one's there to tell me it's alright
And hold my hands
Everyone's a critic
They all have things to say
They have their words to take me down
And throw my heart away
I need someone to tell me
That they've been through these times too
That they know right from wrong
And just exactly what to do
When my past comes rushing back
And my future seems to loom
They could help me live in here and now
And evaporate my doom
Throwing words up at the sky
Seems like a waste of time
I want to believe in humanity
Now is that such a crime?