I keep asking myself, why did I cast my pearl...
I should have known where to draw the line...
I am sitting here thinking about how told me...
Ive been sitting,
In this circle...
Good advice: "Sister,
stick them with the pointy end."...
You wanted wands of magic
to wash away my pain...
I no longer like the person I see
staring back at me...
You are watching and listening to the crackling of...
It's time to let go
Of all the pain I hold...
Preserve my body, reserve my follies for the next...
Either I'll ride a trolley, or I'll write my holly...
Sometimes you must kick
the beast or it may forget...
A flicker of hope from the depths of despair,
A whispering voice finally being heard...
Why do we always do this?
We joke, we play...