Wednesday, January 6, 2010

I am not she

Don't look for me there,
I am not she,
that body is empty,
She was set free.

It cuts like a knife
if you position it right
but the past is dead
you can't give it life.

that torn wedding gown,
on top of the hill
is only a scarecrow
wearing my veil

Please don't look for me there
that woman is dead
give her peace, let her be, let her have her rest.

All that is here for you
is only right now,
Don't look over your shoulder
Don't wonder how.

This one moment
this chance to breath
if you look to the past
it only holds grief.

In this moment, I stand on my own two feet
I'll look to your eyes, and maybe they'll meet.

If not, it's forgotten
just dust in the wind
there is always another day for today
to begin.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi Rae. Your lyric is much too good to be saddled with a couple of cliche's. I would lose them and replace them with style similar to the last line of the lyric.