she knows what goes on in her heart

she has known it from the very start

the world around her has torn it apart

oh my oh my she thought

where is my heart?

up in the sun?

or into the dark?

have i been blind and chose the wrong place to start?

My eager spirit tricked by the so called “smart?”

or has this all amounted to the present

and forced me to find what tore me apart?

have i been so blind to see

i already won against the dark?

when I write

fire comes from my heart

and i don’t mean anything good

i think of all those who tore me apart

all my life has been a battle

but i don’t show off the physical marks

it’s a miracle to be alive

when you came from ash

when you came from fire….

then became the fire….

she knows what goes on in her heart

she has known it from the very start

the world around her has torn it apart

oh my oh my she thought

where is my heart?

up in the sun?

or into the dark?

have I been so unforgiving i let myself be thrown into the dark?

have i not cried enough so tricked by the so called “smart?”

or have i amounted this all to something

something I could grow from rather than hide in the dark?

have i been so blind i couldn’t see I already won?

cuz’ when i write i let the fire into my heart

i let all the hate and anger rip me apart

until there is nothing left but to be smart…

believe in myself…

and watch the world fall apart.