If prison walls could speak
Mine would sing sad songs to me
They have boxed me in all my life and they would cry their hearts out to me-
About how sorry they are…
About how they wish they could miss me…
They would tell me that they saw too much of me-
They would look with pity on me and ask when my captors will set me free. If prison walls could speak
I would have endless conversations about how freedom tastes like.
I would ask them if their outsides were as gray as
dedicated to everyone with the inevitable internal struggle of fear and courage. Bold woman
Why won’t you Let your self be loved?
Why don’t you Give out some of your love?
Are you to scared to love boldly?
Do you think it costs too much?
you’re an unconventional type.
But is that enough reason?
Why do you hold yourself back
and starve… when hands made from love are begging to feed you?
Quiet and needy woman
Confused yet steadfast woman.
As my head is stayed from sleep,
I pray the Lord my dreams to keep
should I tire before they’re made
Oh Lord, I pray; ‘come to my aid But lo my heart as stubborn is
Again, to fear has yielded will
where I did quiver, I shiver still
My dreams as is, I dread to miss When my hands have worked the plough,
muscles ache, sweat stains the brow
zeal has swallowed up my will
But – oh my heart is brim-notch filled Dear Lord, I long to sleep and dream
to see what was, what is