Keith Dovoric Poet Lyric

Close To the Bone

Christina knows a thing or two about sacrifice 
Ceaseless days, cold offices and numbers
Checkin' catalogs for the remnant of a social life
Eats her lunches at her desk, yet she's dying from hunger

But there's a medal on her neck
And should the overlords inspect,
It stands as a reminder
That there's at least one other martyr
Who had a cross --
Maybe all's not lost

She wears it close
Close to the bone
All her life been kept in line
And she's been there all alone

Corinne was never like other teenage girls
A shaved head in a high school of mile-high hairdos 
Punk rock treated like a misfit in the disco world
And those jocks and guidettes say whatever they care to

But there's a secret near her breast
To why she ain't like all the rest
A terrible reminder
That back at home there is a father
Likes little games --
Oh what a cryin' shame

She hides it close
Close to the Bone
All her life pushed out of line
Disaffected and alone 

Move your hands out of the way 
And show your heart
I see flickers of a soul
Is how I know it's blowin' apart

There's a war being waged inside
Maybe protest or maybe it's pride
Your personal reminder
That everybody's a stranger 
Battling the world --
So don't sweat it, girl

Hold it close
Close to the Bone
Nobody's life exists within lines
Yours is not to be alone

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