If I had a song in me

If I had a song in me I’d write the words down...

sentences would fall

stanza And rhythms would be found.

I’d break apart my insides

Id write the pain I’ve known.

I’d rip apart caution signs

And bring to life my soul.

And you’d hear me

if words that song would show

you’d hear me

And With words lies would then unfold.

Every thought

Every ideas

Every moment ever known

Every thing I ever hid

Things I’d wanted to...

For you I’d finally make them heard.

Just a dreamer in old penalty

a drifter off her course

Im a woman who loves to sing

Found songs of Hurt at her core

.... alive

.... untainted

.... uncircumcised

at night this new Star Being born.

Belting on Hurts I’d shine with

Words without a horn

Each song blindly saying,

“It’s Hurt

That Hurt

The Hurts

Until that hurt saw worth.

it’s Hurt

That knows the Hurt

Until Hurts

forgot my worth

So again Hurt

Showed Hurt

To Hurt

This unfiltered heart so burnt

Until real hurt saw and took upon its Hurts”

to the melody

To the sound

A havoc is which Was found

Found me in a mask and came to hear as Now

But if to you it remains yet to be unglued

Or if at did you hear the answer be at yes

I made each song with hopes that you’d finally be impressed