Little Girl

Beauty is masked by pain, I guess I always knew
But when you’re young you try to avoid the truth
Being naïve can be such a blessing, until it’s time to flip the hour glass
And your whole world is raining down on you, and you just wait for the time to pass
Swimming your way through the sands of time
Listening to yourself scream, and yet that moment feels so sublime
When the frame of your fingers holds that moment still
Close your eyes and make a wish, cause it’s hard to know what’s real
When my reflection turns into a photograph and I’ve lost my innocence
Lost my childhood, lost my way, and now I am seeking guidance
From whoever would like to point me in the direction I need to go
To find what is missing, so I can save my soul
I’m not sure what I miss more, reality or imagination
My ability to dream, or my ability to function
Do my eyes deceive me? Or have years passed by me without notice
Is it just me, or did you go back on your promise?
The blonde little girl in my pictures is so blissfully unaware of the future
I would give anything to return and remind her
That she was never alone, and never would be
That it’s all in her head, and if she could just let go, it would set her free

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