(2002 - 2018)
Sitting there in a study hall
There’s not much here to do at all
She’s picking at her fingernails.
Shines a penny found in her trails
Feeds on a little chocolate bar
That she had bought just that morning
Stringing together an old piece
Of yarn, and she’s knitting away.
Tries to tie together her life
Wanting to patch the stinging wounds
Oh, Lord, by the Stars and the Moon,
Give her a life that she deserves
Her life’s cold and freezing all day,
September all the way through May
I s’pose it makes no difference
If anyone will care at all.
She’s tying up her yesterdays
She’s seen ‘em go, she’s seen em fall
Horrid memories she lives with
The cruel games she’s been forced to play
She’s loved ‘em short, she’s loved ‘em tall
She’s climbed tall mountains, then she falls
Now she must climb a waterfall
Before she’s drowning in Hell’s flames
Sitting there in that plastic chair
Ne’er comfy in this stale, old air.
She needs to get away from here.
But to find such a place is rare.
Her big, kind heart’s no place for hate.
With her ‘round, I can’t concentrate.
She just really doesn’t know what to do.
Neither do I. Is it a crime?
All the cold, hard roads led her here
And as I shed a few pity tears,
I’m looking back on my own years.
Can’t compare with pain you’ve endured.
Where can you bury all of that?
You can’t just throw it all away.
All you do’s try to conquer hate
The only thing to do is to love