Me, singing Me. (Paula Cole) April 19th 2009 at the Pineville Dinner Theater
I am not the person who is singing
I am the silent one inside
I am not the one who laughs at peoples jokes
I just pacify thier egos
I am not my house my car my songs
They are only stops along my way
I am like the winter
I'm a dark cold female
With a golden ring of wisdom in my cave
And it's me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who strips my confidence
I am carrying my voice
I am carrying heart
I am carrying my wisdom
I am carrying my prayer
But you cannot kill my spirit
It is solid It is strong
And like a mountain I'll go on and on
And when my wings are folded
The brightly colored moth
Blends into the dirt, into the ground
And it's me who's too weak
And it's me who's too shy
To ask for the thing I love
It's me who's too weak
It's me who's too shy
To ask for the think I love
But I love but I love But I love
I am walking on the bridge
I am over the water
And I'm scared as hell
But I know there is something better
Yes I know I know there's something better
Yes I know Yes I know
That I love, That I love, That I love
That I love , That I love, That I love
Whoa, whoa, whoa
It's me It's me
It's me It's me
And it's me....
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