So yeah...I'm a frustrated song writer. Not so frustrated in other areas, but sometimes a lick will just stick in my head and won't let me go.
Ahah! So this here is a Blog. And y'all know what happens in Blogs. Frustrated writers, songwriters, photograhers and the like get to rank to cyber space.
And this is one of those times.
Kisses....
When the once upon a times don’t happen
We learn to save ourselves.
No knight in shining armor is going to appear
On his white stead,
Once you get a few grey hairs
And a few miles on your odometer, Baby.
Wake up, look around and take a deep breath.
Take out your own trash, straighten up those shoulders and smile.
If this is the hand that is dealt you, let’s take the house down with it.
Gonna roar, gonna dance, gonna go down swinging if I have to.
Brick by brick, I am taking apart the wall put around me.
Placed by well meaning, well intentioned people,
Frightened people, who thought that they could contain what they couldn't understand.
But this woman won’t be held down by bricks and mortar, by chains of guilt.
Steel, gold or silver rings won’t stop me now, and knowledge is the sword that will cut through
Such mundane metals.
Gonna roar, gonna dance, gonna go down swinging if I have to.
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