Kristin Baker Poet Lyric

Silver

Lives drop
Shatter the floor
Oh how I know
You wanted to be so much more

Sharing your medicine
With the prize next door
Along with the freshly white washed faces
Oh how you couldn't be nothing more

Then the young imaginations
Reach up to be
Pulling down the dreams
Along with the memories
Falling back on the
Burnt ashes of sweet misery
Oh how you'll always be
Something more than me

Strings pulled from the face
Leaving behind blotches of red paint
Oh how I know
You wanted to be the same

Giving the pain
Away for one more day
Oh how I know
You'll never be the same

Then the young imaginations
Reach up to be
Pulling down the dreams
Along with the memories
Falling back on the
Burnt ashes of sweet misery
Oh how you'll always be
Something more than me

Oh how you'll always be something more than me

Written March 12, 2004

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