I would love to be free, free from the pain; But nothing comes easy, so that’s what they say; How the distance it takes me, far beyond my dreams; Though nothing ever is as it appears to be.
Oh how I’d love to be free free to touch the sky; Shatter the illusions that consume my soul inside; Let the shadows disappear, wipe the tears from my eyes; Break away the chains and the china doll disguise.
When you see me, a smile will come across my face; My lonely, empty stare, now must be replaced; The flawless face you see, isn’t mine at all; Merely my illusion of your china doll.
I’m so happy when you see me, not a worry or a care; Only if you’d really look, would you see the mirage there; Pretty, ageless, priceless, that’s your china doll; Never do you see as I shatter behind the wall.
I would love to be free, free from the pain; Somehow I know, I’ll never be the same; Still searching for my freedom, gotta break the doll; Gotta break the walls behind the china doll; Gotta break free, gotta know my soul; China doll you’re smiling, but deep inside you’re cold.
My heart and soul is facing far from who I know; Let me let it end, let me let her go; Gotta take me back to a heart that matters; Put me off the walls so the china doll will shatter.
Writing has always been my therapy. I began writing at 12 years old and never stopped. I try to write a little something each day, though somedays it is more difficult than others. I have no particular style or "formula"...I just write what I feel and go from there. When I get a touch of writer's block, I just put on some Stevie Nicks...and that gets my head back in the game. I recently published two books on Amazon and am very proud of that. Besides writing, my passions are music, reading a good book, coloring, horror movies, and good coffee.
The child was trembling inside you: eliminated, revived, walking past an explosion on the extra edge. The dash was stabbing. And without hands trying to open the crypt of forefathers. Things were not happning as you dreamed of tomorrow. The
Full of ooh! Full of pain. There’s much from life, we can gain. But pouring water to the drought There’s everyone, even a team gets out, Falling short of the crease to breathe into the jive-life-breeze. There’s weak, there’s sick,
When someone broke my heart, One never knew one was sitting in my heart, I am not picking broken pieces of my heart, I am picking pieces of someone, Shall I succeed in joining the pieces, I think I shall,