1.18.17 – orchestra

time to tune up

why’s the pit so sparse?

you can’t make music if you don’t have heart

 

the show’s about to start

 

it should be a symphony

but the timpani, it’s not drumming

the conductor, when’s she coming?

 

and the audience

they expect you to perform

they expect to feel reborn

they expect

 

they lack respect

 

don’t feel so torn

 

the violins will be bright

bows dancing in the light

the boom of the bass will be just right

and it’ll all move in unison, what a sight

but the conductor, when’s she coming?

 

she’s the one who put it all together

the pieces, the piece, the peace

but she’s lost

it should all come together

but at what cost?

 

the show must go on

we must hear her song

 

1.18.17

3.4.17

there is so much more for me to prove because you assume that I have nothing to lose

you assume that I have nothing to use to get me where you’ve been but you don’t see the pulley I use to pull up the ones who are pushing me towards greatness

and the best part is, you don’t know what to expect

if I drop a book full of bars, you’ll still respect me

if I’m the first girl on Mars, you’ll still respect me

you will respect me

you may reject me til you need me but I have my people to protect me people who will feed me and fill me with love because they know I am more than enough

I know I am more than enough

He made me to be more than enough

so much more

 

3.4.17