An emergent soul has been predestined for me.
I cringe in the face of ubiquitous stares,
that question my claims of morality.
I hear the echoes of parental voices,
those disparaging words of a family disillusioned by their own philandering.
They have no concept of my pain,
No perceivable notion of my need for them now.
They impose their sanctimonious suggestions
daring to objectify their stance based on what THEY presume is best for me.
Little do they know……little do they see……
my righteous indignation at their ludicrous requests.
They will never know….they will never see….
my most precious treasure, my serendipitous joy.
That irredeemable solace felt in my maternal being,
was never tangible until this miraculous event.
I will nurture and protect her and guide her through the years,
I will eradicate all signs of pain and watch her elegantly grow,
and…….
when the time is right
I will stand up and declare
that having my beautiful baby was
unequivocally,
the best moment of my life,
and……
they will never know….they will never see…..
this intangible happiness
that is ultimately
ALL mine.
Angels have fallen
The heavens are calling
The devil has claimed his prey.
He roams around, stalks his prey
Will catch you unaware in the shadow of the day
Will you stand or will you fall?
CHORUS
Verse 2
The evening lies still
Locked in a frozen chill
But the moon now shines till day.
He roams around, stalks his prey
Will catch you unaware in the shadow of the day
Will you stand or will you fall?
CHORUS
Will you rise up and take the devil in the night
Will you draw the sword and go for the fight
Time will tell if the enemy is strong
Time will tell if that’s where you belong
Will you stand or will you fall?
Verse 3
The war has ended
The angels defended
Their right to claim the day.
He roams around, stalks his prey
Will catch you unaware in the shadow of the day
Will you stand or will you fall?
CHORUS
Bridge
Fall into sin, fall into fear
Lose all control, no one is here
Fight the world your on your own
What you reap will be sown
CHORUS
]]>I wonder what they’re thinking and what they’d have to say
Starring at the faces always wondering why
Why there’s so much more to everyone
than ever meets the eye?
We’ve lived our lives, we’ve walked the walk,
we’ve even talked the talk,
We’ve hurled insults, closed our eyes
and cut our friends off short.
We close our eyes and walk on by and never question why
Why there’s so much more to everyone
than ever meets the eye?
We sense regrets for things not done,
for chances we’ve passed by
We even hear the empty words we weren’t meant to say
We long for time to pass on by always asking why
Why there’s so much more to everyone
than ever meets the eye?
We dream of dreams that will never be,
we pine for love that was lost
We fear to tread on paths where enemies have crossed
We turn our heads and run away
to escape the question why
Why there’s so much more to everyone
than ever meets the eye?
but I see the truth behind the guise of a self indulgent youth.
She’s infallible and delectable to those who thrive on the thrill of a masquerade.
Those impervious to the ostentatious wiles of a manipulated pawn.
Where do I run, where do I hide,
where do I cry, I’m asking why?
Where can I go, where can I run,
to escape this fake enigma?
I’m linguistically incapable, to formulate my plan,
to master my scullduggery, and terminate the weed!
She’s indigenous to overt displays of naive pretentiousness
masked by the illusion of sweet efficaciousness.
Parental skills are illuminated, lies, deceit and greed
all led by the autonomous desire to revel in the awe of society.
To be adorned with fake admiration,
to be the centre of the family theatre
Comes inaugurated scorn,
intangible jealousy
and profuse distain
for the child and for the parents
who nurtured this iniquitous PAIN!
with your push up bra…. you consume all my space.
You can’t hide the cruelty that’s behind your mask,
you look down from your loft on your peers down below
you condemn them with sarcasm and the jokes you bestow.
You make fun of their clothes, you jeer at their plight,
you think all that matters is what’s in plain sight.
You don’t see their hurt or acknowledge their pain
why should you bother…..you’re way too vain!
Never a kind word is uttered in care
you’d rather pretend the person’s not there
or make a good joke that you all can share
while your victim uncomfortably ignores your stare.
You’ve set a precedent, an enviable trend,
people will follow you, there are rules they will bend
to be in your entourage, to follow your lead….
to be in your phone book……success indeed!!
At what cost to all others that you blatantly cuss?
Your candour and language are full of disgust!
External beauty can’t hide what is true…..
I sincerely hope I am nothing like you!
Why are the tonal sounds of my scale so off key?
My harmonious sequences are no longer melodically conjunct,
and I can’t seem to straighten up my life
without any basso continuo supporting my every move.
Where has the free structure of liberty and equality gone?
My age of enlightenment died with the penultimate cadence long ago.
However, I have re-entered my life after my exposition…….
but I too, like an orchestra have shifted my key.
My key modulated from tonic major to tonic minor.
In my overture my melodies were sweet and harmonious….
my phrases had a light homophonic texture,
and did not need a supporting continuim.
The melody flowed freely and soared to its climax
joined with the ripiendo and the concertino
to make a grand perfect cadence in the finale.
After my finale I thought I had died…..
I waited for the exposition…the long exposition of 9 months……..
Then I returned.
The key had changed to minor with the addition of the sharps and flats
that created such a tense and dissonant atmosphere.
My harmony became experimental and I could no longer tolerate polyphony.
I am doomed to be a lonesome soloist striking unharmonious chords
against the orchestra of the world.
Verse 1
What’s wrong with the colour of my skin?
What’s wrong with this body that I’m in?
What’s wrong with the world, they just won’t let me be
Who I’m meant to be.
Verse 2
What’s wrong with the colour of my hair?
What’s wrong with the clothes that I wear?
You just don’t understand, I am who I am
who I really am.
CHORUS
Coz who I am….and who I’ll be
can only be determined by me!
Not by colour and not by skin…
By what’s inside of me!
Verse 3
What’s wrong with a world that goes to war
What’s wrong with the way it was before
Before our hearts grew cold, let racism unfold
Why can’t we just see…..
CHORUS
Bridge
It’s wrong coz it just ain’t right.
It’s wrong that we gotta fight.
It’s wrong coz we don’t believe
It’s wrong coz we just don’t see
Who we’re meant to be.
CHORUS
Coz who I am….and who I’ll be
can only be determined by me!
Not by colour and not by skin…
By what’s inside of me!
Not by colour and not by skin…
By what’s inside of me.