Friday, March 8, 2013

THEY CANNOT HIDE

She was left crying in her room
Feeling ugly and abused
But to the world 
She was beautiful
No one ever knew
The hell that she'd been through
What should be brilliant 
She perceived as dull

He took what she wouldn't give
Withdrew her will to live
She prayed for wrath’s avenging hand
Walked into the sea that day
Beauty lost beneath the waves
And not a soul could understand
But...

~~~*Chorus*~~~
He could hear the beating of the wings
In the distance
And the echo of the church bell’s 
Haunting rings….
Still heard her screams
There was nowhere to run
Guilt’s vengeance had begun
In the dark condemned corners of his mind
He couldn't hide….
~~*~~

One day they found him all alone
He was wandering down the road
All they could see
Was a Young man’s grief
Tried to get him help
They all knew he’d been through hell
But what kind of hell
They could not see
Because in his tortured mind
He relived the very time
She prayed for wrath’s avenging hand
And he knew without a doubt
That her wish was carried out
Doesn't anyone hear what he can…

~~~*2nd Chorus*~~~
He can hear the beating of the wings
In the distance
And the echo of the church bell’s 
Haunting rings….
Still hears her screams
There is nowhere to run
Guilt’s vengeance, it has won
In the dark condemned corners of his mind
He cannot hide….
~~*~~

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
We think that we know everything
So quick to judge them weak
Selfish and messed up inside
Oh the judgmental speak
We all wonder what could be so bad
That would make them give up life
Start searching out the reasons
With the ones that cannot hide
~~*~~

~~~* Final Chorus*~~~
Those that hears the beating of the wings
In the distance
And the echo of the church bell’s 
Haunting rings….
Still hears the screams
There is nowhere to run
Guilt’s vengeance, will be done
In the dark condemned corners of their minds
They cannot hide….
~~*~~


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2013

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful. I just like the way you capture life

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