Poetry
Angel
Nothing is as sad
As the sound of the Sax
Floating through the night
On a wing of a prayer
Nothing so full of hope
As the tears of the mourning angel
As she finds her way
To the breaking dawn
1999
The Rose
Sun rises
The rose awakes
Open petals
Pollen flakes
With open eyes
She looks around
Thorns each side
But not a sound
She lets out a cry
'Let there be peace!'
There is no answer
Silense, unease
A shotgun sounds
Loud, Deadly
She dreams of a world
Kind and friendly
A place where hate
Is an unspoken word
She closes her eyes
Her thoughts unheard
Moon rises. Moon falls
A new day dawns
For the rose
Between two thorns
1989
Daddy's little girl
Daddy's little girl
Just wanted him to love her
Daddy's little girl
Just wanted him to care
Daddy's little girl
Just wanted him to notice
Daddy's little girl
Just wanted him to be there
Daddy's little girl
Did all she could to please him
Daddy's little girl
Did all she could to be approved
Daddy's little girl
Did all that she could think of
Daddy's little girl
Made friends each time they moved
Daddy's little girl
Did play with little dollies
Daddy's little girl
Did all the little girl things
Daddy's little girl
Did fight with her big brother
Daddy's little girl
Rebelled all through her teens
Daddy's little girl
Was married far too young
Daddy's little girl
Was a victim at the age of 5
Daddy's little girl
Was heavily medicated
Daddy's little girl
Was thinking of suicide
Daddy's little girl
Is tired of being shat on
Daddy's little girl
Is sick of being afraid
Daddy's little girl
Is doing really great now
And daddy's little girl
Is going to stay that way
1996
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