Killing Bobby
In their home they make me ashame
they're not aware of my pain
I will run,there's much to gain
I don't look back & my spirit sings
In my mind my legs are wings
freeing me to fly to my dreams
my heart is strong and pushes me on
my fear is stronger & clips my wings
Again I walk,my steps are slow
my heart is heavey,my head hangs low
return to their home I know I must
As soon as I'm in the sermons begin
she cannot see she's hurting me
can't they see I'm gonna crack
they won't let up,I can't fight back
I pray for strength but I am told
it well be hell I will go
I have a friend, she sends for me
on a bus I travel there
I run to her and spread my wings
far to the north I live with her
We love to dance,the music loud
I will try to be proud
away from them I will stand
begin to love who I am
By the phone she does the same
hurting me with words of gloom
she penns her poison from the book
preaching of my future doom
I shed my tears not my pain
she only sees the ugly me
She cannot see,till it's late
the man I dream I need to be
They kept their hold and wouldn't let go
I was wrong to have told
now I know I'll never be free
my soul is dark and turing cold
I know I'm weak but I'm not a freak
The darkess is coming
bringing me peace
at last I find what I seek
Copyright © William Bailey | Year Posted 2005
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