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Small Town Big People

I look in the mirror and see the years gone
I can look beyond the glass out the window
To the yards of my childhood
I can smell the flowers and feel the grass ‘neath my feet. 
I can hear the music blasting on the radio
Mama callin’ me for supper.  


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

The town is small and so are the events
You’re everyone’s business 
You can get a break and can’t get away
You don’t even have a say
You go to and from and people protest
And those same people will still put you to the test


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I made it to the big town K.C, 
Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live
Settled in and made a life, got a career
I swear I’ll never return to my best friend
Comfortable where I stand, 
Happy where I am 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

Well times are hard,
And people are ruthless in this cut throat time
Jobs are scarce and bills run high
You never know what you’ll hear at night
The people are small in this big town
Yeah people are small in this big town


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I guess the town is small
Just good ol’ boys and girls havin’ fun
Small place, small town, small world
People may talk and people may watch
But the biggest thing in that small town
Are the people after all. 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009

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Ugly Betty Just Isn'T Me

I’m sick of being an Ugly Betty wanna be.
I have better inside of me.
To hell with all that being pretty inside.
I think the outside should matter.

All these magazines tell me who to be.
They tell me how act and who to like.
Always talkin’ about the newest thing.
To hell with them and what they think. 

I am me and they can’t change that.
They want my body, 
And they want my soul.
All they’ll ever get is my dough,

The plus size is the new in,
It seems a sin to be thin.
One thing these models don’t know,
It’s not worth the dough.

All these shows tell me what to do.
They tell me how to act and what to like.
Always talkin’ about the newest thing.
To hell with them and what they think.

I am me and they can’t change that.
They want my body,
And they want my soul.
All they’ll ever get is my dough.

No need to be a Barbie doll,
Or anybody else.
Be your own true self
Don’t sit on anybody’s shelf.

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Life Would Be Boring

Sometimes I ask myself the ifs.
I ask the whys, and when evers.
I never ask myself why I wonder.
Was Eve really that gullible?
Was Adam really that 'good'?
Was the snake really that 'evil'?

I guess it's all a point of view.
Point...of...view...
What a wierd phrase
Stating the obvious.
None the same, it is important.
If everthing was 'normal'.
Life would be boring.

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Stress and Pain

One big happy said fairytale
Take the pain and no gain
Take the slights and not retribution
Take it all in without an out.

Exploding from the inside out
In silence, crying, hurting, writhing in pain and misery
Never knowing what it’s like to be just okay
Never knowing what it’s like to have love unconditional

Hated and revered 
Don’t show them the pain 
They don’t understand,
You are the one that is in wrong. 

Take it all 
Deal with it
Live with it
It’s your fault he’s like this

You carried him
You made him the way he is. 
Deal with the pain and suffering
Deal with the stress and the dirty looks

It’s always your fault 
No one else’s 
You should know that by now. 
Take you punishment and like it

God’s listening but this is his plan
Pain and suffering for those that screw up
No love for those that dare to be of a different mold. 
No salvation for the wicked souls of men

Shut it up 
Swallow it down
No one cares
No one’s around

No tears will make a difference
No whining will help the cause
No yelling will change people’s minds
No matter what you do you won’t be accepted


So….why try? 
Be yourself no one else
If they don’t like to hell with them
To hell with you and your self loathing

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Dearest Father, I Don'T Hate You

Dearest Father,

You gave me your blood, 
Then you checked out of the situation.
I was a truth to be told,
But never to hold.
I used to ask why?
And now I don’t care?

I can’t accept anyone but you,
But I can’t accept you either.
How I hated you for the hole you left!
How I hated you for the things that you did!
Why even try?
Why waste the time?

I sit here thinking that I’m nothing, 
Because you didn’t want me.
I come to realize,
You’re nothing to want.
You’re nothing to yearn.
You have no respect to earn.

Dearest Father,
I don’t hate you.
I pity you.

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Where Are You?

I ask myself where I have been
I don't know if I have been in a dream
Or if I have been somewhere else
People say that you can control you dreams
If that is true, I vote for somewhere else
I often see images of greener pastures
Sometimes those images seem so far away
Sometimes they seem so close
Up and down, is the way I live my life
When I am up, I feel down
When I am down, I feel even lower
Day to day I don't know who I am looking at
I look at the mirror and wonder where I am
I wonder what I am doing, and how I feel
The numbness is always there
But I don't always feel it,
I have things that take priority over that,
Then I will have times with nothing
Nothing to fill my time....
THAT is when I ask, Where are you?

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Bloody Tears

Can’t seem to find footing on this slippery slope
Tears flow quick as blood
Blood flows thin as tears
The cut is deep 
But he don’t care
Just keeps pushing the knife in my heart
‘Till my world goes black. 

He doesn’t turn around, he doesn’t look back
He never knew what we had
Just pushes and shoves
Takes it all, and never gives back
Never sees the tears on my face
Just gazes straight through them 
Not an ounce of compassion in his heart
For the one that vowed to never ever part

Tears and blood flows
My heart doesn’t ever stop
It hurts and hurts and never quits
It burns and bleeds, and yearns for him to come back
He’s nowhere to be seen, 
Yet he’s in front of my face
Why does he have to be this way, 
Nothing but an empty vessel
Feeding on my Bloody Tears.

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Find Me Man of My Dreams

Where are you?
Man of my dreams.
Lover in my heart.
Come to me, Find me!
Make my pulse race!
Be real, Don't play games.
Like all the other's before you
Change my mind on the world.
Contradict me, Agree with me.
See Who I am. 
Love me for it!
Don't bail at the sight of trouble!
Be strong, Be weak.
Hold me for your comfort.
Need me for mine.
Be the man.
Have your life, Let me have mine.
Share ours!

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Baby Boy Thoughts

I don't know what it is that makes you 
smile sometimes. 
And I don't know why you laugh the way 
you do.
I don't even know what makes you cry 
sometimes.
All I know is that I am gifted to have 
been in your life for a single moment.
You try to mimic my every move, 
sometimes you succeed.
I could go on and on about your 
beautiful face, your gorgeous smile, 
and who could forget your baby blues. 
Every time you come up to me and say, 
'Mama Cuddle' I want to cry. 
Because I don't feel worthy to have a 
child like you. 
People say you can't live on love. 
I say................. just watch us.

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Imagine How It Will Be

Imagine how it would be. 
The sounds, the Lights 
The smell of the place. 
The smiles on the peoples faces.

The fans will yell and scream, 
It'll be a h*** of a day. 
When this little band hits main stream. 
No need to hit the brakes, just make the paces. 

Meet and greet the faces,
No need for a plan,
Just dumb this old van,
Take a bus to never never land!

Oh! Imagine how it will be...