Timidly I steal a look
Peeking around my walls
Seeing if it’s safe
Wondering if I have the balls
To step out and love
A man to have and hold
He’s waiting for me somewhere
At least that’s what I’m told
So I stick my head out
All I see is shit flying
I look for a way to stop it
Curious if it worth trying
I wave my white flag
I know I can’t win this fight
So I start seeking my trowel
I need to build while there’s light
~Chrystal
Written on
November 16, 2007