In the Mood

Written by: Nestor David Armas

She's in the mood
But everyone is playing
She'd play too if she could
But she's just praying
For someone to listen
To a concert of words
She plucks like chords
A harmony when written,
As she conducts her pen
Like a scalpel she dissects
The truth of her life and then
She spills onto all her secrets
Dark and many;
Entrenched and heavy;
But she's digging
Fighting and kicking
Through the black tar
Layers laid thick
Seen at a glance from afar
And brick by brick
She cracks the walls
Widening the halls
She's writing through
To break a smile
And not be blue,
This will take awhile...