here i am sitting here talking about how proud i am of you and what not. thinking maybe we can work away from all the lies. damn i was wrong..you lied to me AGAIN! i asked you if you where he was. you couldnt even give me a straight answer on where he is. turns out he doesnt live with his own family because of you. i cant believe you. youre wrong and how the military accepted you i dont know. i cant believe you..i cant believe i trusted you..guess im a damn fool…
The Mask
The colors are bringing, shining
Contrasting the black of night
Designs out of this world
The attention to detail is Amazing
The layout of it all.
Amazing
So you choose to put it on
Good for you
Good job for joining the masquerade of souls
Hiding your true identity behind some piece of
Cardboard, paper, or plastic
You walk the streets
Blending with the crowd
But then again, you stand out
Your not like the others who stare and point at you
Wondering why you wear this thing
Anyway
But you won’t take it off
You know who you are underneath
But truly. if you did know yourself,
Would you be wearing it in the first place?
Only you know
So you think about it
Staring at yourself in the mirror
Wondering why this is even on you
So who are you?
And while you look in that mirror
Your reflection looks back at you
Is it you? Or is it a masquerading soul?
The only way to find out
Is to take off what’s holding
You back
So do you really want
To take off
The Mask?
Tears of a Soldiers’ Daughter
Don’t leave us here
Don’t go tothe unknown
We need you here
Want you here
Daddy don’t go
I don’t care if it’s your job
We want you home
Safe and sound
Wrapped in our arms
In a few hours
Your leaving me here
9 months of no sound from you
I know you are already far away
With your new family and all
I know they are a big priority
But don’t forget me over there
I love you daddy
You are a big piece of my heart
My soldier
Come home to me…
My music
Headphones blaring
My life sung by so many
Songs of a love I have yet to find
Words I can’t express
Without it I’m lost
Sounds of my heart
Expressed in rhythm
Their words, my life
One beat
My music
Music is my everything. The beats, the rhymes, the words. A simple message or a song with a hidden meaning. Without music idk who I would be.

