An Honest Song

The Honest Song By Laura Dee (Kevin Robey) October 2, 2014 Got miles of feet marching my way In the middle of the night they calmly speak The chill I feel but cannot say So fast to kill they make me weak As red eyes peel under skies of white The pills conceal my buried truth I beg for courage in the morning light To fight the echoing drums of my youth Even if I could take this all back I know I'd die before I lived that way again The girl I found will never fade to black The blades they swing won't penetrate her skin I'm crying now but I still carry on The tortured souls will sing our weathered song They March my way until the coming dawn They found a special place where we all belong Under the guise of strong resolve I feel so scared to face my dreams Tonight the noise may not dissolve Her skin will filter out the screams ... It's not too late to make it straight But I can't ignore my morning fate So I lace my shoes and March along And sing with them an honest song Singing... It's not a phase It's not the new craze Come on, race me there Release me from despair Release me, release me... [Listening to "Got a Call" by Land of Talk]