sometimes I look in the mirror don't ask me why look past that image through the brown of my eyesas if it where some else I watch her move see how calculated to herself be true
from one game to the next gathering what she needs it ain't personal a girl's got to feed
learned how to manage, even though young how to get up and how to grow strong no wing to keep dry under no shelter from the storm they were both called for seems God needed them more
so forgive me when your time is up who's to say how long it ain't personal just time to move on seems ineviatble the pattern has emerged self fullfilling prophecy by speaking the words
heartless and cold this place can be the past does haunt sometimes relentlessly
I look at the greenery that I surround myself with and in it's leaves I often drift forgetting the past in the past it will remain like the garbage bags that time can not decay
I trudge forward happily it seems for great things await me I have grown wings