Category: lunawitch15


when we first start to fightwe think,

 everything is gonna be alright

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we havnt realized

how deep our demons hide

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we think we are doing good

get more comfy than we should

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then our demons come to play

we say no way

*

they are stronger then we knew

in our depths they grew

beginning to realize we are wanting them gone

they cling and say bring it on.

~

just hold your breath

don’t give up yet

take my hand

i’ll help u stand

~

grab on to

your closest few

and battle on.

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when we first start to deal

we begin to heal

the demons in us cry

i’ll never die.

~

they will do what they can

to change your plan

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they want to always stay

and play

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keep your stand

they yell and shout

*

make us doubt

try and make us believe

*

but they deceive

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so hold your breath

they are begining to fret

~

they will make us bleed

don’t pay heed

~

here is a cane and whip

for u to equip

*

youve got this hun

make them fearful and run.

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when they try sneaking back

conviction they think we lack

they’ll try and force their way back in

~

but hold up your chin

you may be shaking in your skin

but know ….you’ll win.

*

so grab my hand

i’ll help you stand

*

grab on to your worthy few

and carry on.

(For dana) 

~My friend who plays like a dream.

Miss ya bud.~
Life has a way to bring one down

All the troubles just keeps a frown

Feeling lost

 angry inside

Even those liked

Aggravate one hugely at times

~

But there is a this thing

that helps the toll

Eases the mind

And the soul

~

So he …

*

Gets lost in the rhythm

Gets lost in the strings

Feels the chords sooth everything

~

The strings play

Under his hands

And the rhythm dances 

As the cord changes stance

~

Over and over 

He plays melodies 

Of different cords 

To set us free 

Even if 

*

for just a while

It helps us breath 

And even smile

~

So find your music

Within your soul

Let it help you

When life takes a toll

Remember the tunes

 the cords 

the rythme 

It helps

*

Least…

For a time
~

And he …

Gets lost in the rhythm

Gets lost in the strings

Feels the cords sooth everything

~

The strings play

Under his hands

And the rhythm dances 

As the cord changes stance

*

Over and over 

He plays melodies 

different cords 

To set us free 

Even if for just a little while

It helps us breath 

And even smile