The Shopping Cart
By Mark Spencer...
Look deep into
my eyes and...
I hear the music in the house,
all the way from across the street...
I read so much of this inside
now all you hear is suicide...
I am but a dreamer
Dreams never wake me up...
I was 17 and pregnant. What was I to do?
No job, no money, no place to live...
I cant wait for the night to turn to day,
For the sun to sweep me off my feet and fly me...
I'm tired of all the do this
I'm tired of all the do thats...
Living my life one step at a time, inch by inch
Understanding every trial and tribulation in life...
Tell the artists what you think of time
and of their soft and chalky lips...
Life has always showed the ups and downs
Time has always showed the present and past...
Bruised and broken, she lays there and sighs-
"Why?" she asks, as she begins to cry...