trapped in the mind frame of a lost child
counting sheep to sleep
stimulating my mind wit books like "The Little Engine That Could"
when this world only wants to hold us down
filling my mind with thoughts that after prayer everything will be fine
but i wake to find that yesterday is just as useless as tommorrow
answering my questions with answers that lead to more questions
and wonder why before you say goodnight my last word is always WHY
generating ideas in my mind that got me growing before my time
imagining a world where peace resides and up the latter of success is the only way i could climb
not understanding phrases that will save my soul
yet those words of hatred i find are easily defined
when he crime rate becomes the focus of disscusion
and our children dont have decent books to keep their mind right
its tyme to drown our tears and sorrow
fix whats broken not whats lost
change whats wrong not whats right
fight for me fight for truth dont just fight to fight
stop teeling me im only young cuz i know wrong from right
im a troubled girl who could think of words that have you contemplating a change
have you mastering a way to loose those bad dreams before you say goodnight
trigger things in ya head to make you wanna read this twice
and show you that a troubled girl, grown in here own ways, determined to win, filled with questions, no longer needs to end conversations with the word
WHY