Where Does The Truth Lie?

She was just a baby herself
Starting to find her footing on the ground
'till late one night, she took one step too far
and all she was left was a decision and these scars
they called her shameful, they called her a whore
and they say its a sin and try to take away her right

I'm not well but I'm well enough to understand
that your words just melt in the sand
that you have us in the palm of your hands

(chorus)
You play the part, but you've fallen short
10 steps ahead of where you're not

You surround yourself, with those who buy this shit
but trust me, I have not

"We just can't swing it" are words he hears a lot
three part time jobs, his mother can't do enough
But every night, he prays he won't get sick
because god knows what'll happen, it just wont add up
they say we have other things to worry about
and it'll just hurt us in the end
but if hurting us is what they are worried about
then you may want to think twice

(chorus)

Because you play the part, but you've fallen short
10 steps ahead of where you're not

You surround yourself with those who buy this shit
But trust me, I have not

Road Blocks

This week I planned on giving my viewers a song to ponder. I agonized over this. I thought about writing it all week but as Wednesday came around the only progress I had, was a chorus and a few thoughts. As I attempted to write down my thoughts I was feeling good. When I went back to re-read what i had, it was crap. Straight crap. As I wrote it again, it was just as bad. The third time around, still not good. So here it is, All that i have for this week:

(chorus)

I'm not well, but I'm well enough to understand

that your words just melt in the sand

that you have us in the palm of your hand

you play the part, but you've fallen short

10 steps ahead of where you're not

you surround yourself with those who buy this shit

but trust me, I have not

After this week's fiasco, I have much more respect for the great lyricists. It is much more challenging that I initially intended. But stayed tuned, I will have more for next week, I promise. 

I Am From

I am from the mountains, the deep rolling hills of the Berkshires
I am from the streams, the ponds, the puddles
The highest peaks and the lowest valleys
I am from the foxes, the bears, the badgers and the snakes
I am from the snowy winters, trapping amphibians under water and mammals in hiding
I am the from the trembling voices surrounded by utter silence
The wind whipping in and out, through the trees echoing throughout our souls chilling bodies from toes to nose
I am from the warm fire but still shivering

I am From the awakening
I am from the unfreezing of the world around us as the sun sets in
The first sprouting in March, the filling of the lakes
I am from the rain, washing away our dirty secrets and imperfections
The heavy streams taking away the ground and the rousing mammals, out of hibernation

I am from the hot direct sun light
the sun burns, sand between our toes, sour sun screen
I am from the lightning shows at midnight casting shadows on those below
The long night around the camp fire creeping in closer as the clock spins
and The stack of books that begins to disappear as the temperature rises

I am from oranges yellows and reds as they turn to brown
the morning frost catching the green thumbed off guard
waking up to the dark shortening days
I am from sweatshirts and fuzzy cotton socks
I am from the mountains, the deep rolling hills of the Berkshires