Embers in my hair, black dust getting to my lungs. Red, yellow, purple, blue fire in front of me, behind me, beside me. Above and below me. Within me.

What is music?
Music is calm, soft,
like fresh grass I lay on in the spring ,
like the gentle breeze that plays its symphony.
That’s what music means to me.

Stand up if you have a religion
Keep standing if your parents gave it you
Keep standing if you would never consider another
Because you were born and raised this way

I wonder...
I sit in my cell and
wonder
where will I be when
this is all over?
will there be something
waiting for me on the
other side of the door?
Will the world have
changed?
Or will it all be the
same?

Condemned by them
Isolation
Controlled by them
Aggravation
Freedom lost
Twice the cost

I am on probation

All I’ve ever wanted is independence from everyone and to live my own life. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve never had that before living with a large family and controlling parents but it’s something I always long for.

I’m torn between two worlds
One where I’m accepted from what I’ve become
And another where I’m hated for who I’ve been.
Each day I walk the line between the worlds
Trying to keep each other apart
But I know one day I will fail

My life is trapped inside glass walls
I try hard to make them fall
But nothing can penetrate them
The only escape is around the rim
I’m stuck to the earth around me
Hoping one day to be free
I try to grow over the rim when it’s low

Sometimes I think you’re doing this on purpose,
Locking me up inside.
With no light seeping through.
My skin turning pale,
My hope being lost.
Leaving me by myself,
A world so alone.
I feel trapped in a prison,
Or lost in a crowd.

Hatred melts away
Madness peels back from my mind
Wrongs are diluted

Accompany me
To a place so far away
Let us reside there

Sit in wait of me
Yet we are still together
Take long walks with me

The mountain trail is steep, and even I am having a hard time staying upright. The ridge I’m on is rocky and desolate, and I am the only thing moving. My chest is heaving as I struggle over the treacherous granite.

The hate that lived within
me, that inhabited my very core
Gone!

It has no home with me anymore
I’ve let it go
It no longer rules me

They say they help,
They ain’t no good.
Ask for food,
Barely get kelp.
I wish I could just be
F r e e

They don’t believe me
When I say, “I ain’t guilty!”
They think I am filthy.
I wish I could just be
F r e e