Ooh child, things are gonna get brighter
Ooh child, you've become such a fighter
Not every path is a dead-end or trap
You won't always wish to take it all back

Some day you'll let yourself let it all go
One day you'll see someone and suddenly know
Ooh child, things are gonna get safer
Ooh child, your heart's iron, not paper

Wrap yourself in a silk cocoon
You'll reinstate your freedom soon
Ooh child, fly with your new wings
Ooh child, you're ready for what tomorrow brings

Close your eyes and feel the stars
Let the moonlight heal your scars
Ooh child, you'll be whole then
Ooh child, you'll love again

Feel the ocean purge your past
Set free from shackles that held fast
Ooh child, you're not who you were
Ooh child, life is just a blur

Trust again and let them in
Never let the terrorists win
Ooh child, hold your ground
Ooh child, don't let memories tear you down

Ooh child, things are gonna get brighter
Ooh child, you don't have to be a fighter

Written by [Chaos Called Creation]

She ran to where she thought she’d be safest,
    to where her dreams can’t be defined;
  Let her spirit fly, never-ending—
        Hop the rainbow and kiss the sky.

She left the Home of Unresting,
    to where her mind could find some peace;
  Watched motionless worlds pass by, ignored—
        Catch falling stars and say good-bye.

          Peace in a new place,
          Peace far from home,
            Runs from her troubles,
              Runs from her fears,
                  Feeling torn.

     Her father told her to be a good baby,
     Her mother said she’d be back someday,
     Her sister cried they should run away,
    “The pain is too much, why should we stay?”

She ran to where she’d actually start living,
    to where the hatred has declined;
  Let her hot heart drown, keep forgetting—
        Swim through firelight and paint the town.

She left her childhood’s abuses,
    to where there was no one to please;
  Noticed fairies in the clouds, she’s gone—
        Hear golden doves and she is found.

Written by [kamisch]

The world is quiet
And it is still
But it is not a placidity, it is the pregnant sort of pause
That grates on the skin
Like a discomfort you can't shake
And it frustrates
It irritates
It makes you impatient
Makes you want to hurry and rush
Think if you must
Plan, and execute
But hush
And there it is
Ripples on the surface, a disruption almost unnoticed
A shhhhh
The hiss of air, an order, a burden you don't want to bare
And it is a blankness
A surface of potential when a million things can come and go but nothing sticks
You're sick of it
Aren't you
Everywhere to go, anywhere to be
And you were there and now you're here and the gap in between
You're waiting
Each moment ticks by as if on a metronome
A palendrome life I can't stand
To look back and see that all I ever was is all I am
No improvement
Gone no where
Stuck in the space of indifference, on the fence, hovering between a no and yes
And I can't say what it is
This expectancy
This hesitancy
I want this moment to come to an end
To move on to what I can do and what I'll be
All these ideas swim in my head, a soup or stew of pleasantries and reality keeps getting in the way
Because I can rush me
I can stumble and trip and fall and skin my knees
Become weary
Pulling against the binding
Behind me
Tock, tick. I'm syncopating
Amelodically melodramatic
Screaming, pulling out my hair, try to rush what just can't be there
Because it measures what is past, it doesn't pass
It doesn't dance around me in victory
It does not sit still, and wait with me
It beats on
The never ending drum
Perfectly measured
And I'll just have to wait.

Written by [Artsy]

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You know the problem with dreams
that they have a tendency to be memories;
disturbingly real and hauntingly painful.
Where gaps of your memory that you purposefully
covered with scars are now filled with imaginary tormentors.
Dreams.
I have learned to stop putting myself
through the pain of this process a long time ago...

Written by [pegasus1000]