What It Is
she can't really explain,
the things that confuse her,
it's like she fell on her face,
but it's not the first time,
and that may be why,
shes taking blows to her pride,
though she don't let it stop her,
from what she know's is true,
cause by the time she get's back up,
the sun is still shining,
and her freedom is still fighting,
for her right to live,
makin her own desicions,
all by herself,
without any guidance.
now she hears the beats,
of the cars passing by,
ring through her mind,
and out her mouth as a rhythm,
while just getting lost,
in the world around her,
loosing every piece her mind,
cause only here she is aloud to.
Copyright © Morgan Jones | Year Posted 2010
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