ABOVE THE WIRE

You want to stop it

You can't go on

You think you're dying

The pain's soooo strong...

Your heart can't take it

Your mind's on fire

You want it over

It's so thin...

The wire

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Walking on the wire...

For such a long time now

A true test of balance

That you survive somehow

Oh, the turmoil

That awful mess below

You want it over

Cause all it does is grow...

And you're so tired

So tired

Of the wire

~~*~~

You pray, just end this

Or help me please

You know I give up

I feel so weak...

My heart can't take this

A mind on fire

I want this over

I hate it

This wire

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~

You think the wires growing thinner

Feel the strength left start to wither

And the ones who love you closing in

Here to show you...

Show you how you always win...

How you've fought,  and how you've helped

Lift other people from their hell

They all know the you, you sacrifice

Their angel 

Their angel held up by a wire 

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Walking on the wire...

For such a long time now

A true test of balance

And you've survived somehow

Oh, the turmoil

That awful mess below

Leave it down there

And above it float...

Above the wire

Teresa Lynn Johnson

Copyright©2015

Wrdspnr@aol.com

THE GOOD OLD WAYS

My Grandma had her own way of talking

Words that I've remembered through the years

Like, it's always darkest before the dawn

There's no sense wasting all those tears

Girl, just cause you've got it, don't you flaunt it

But there's never a need to feel ashamed

Stand up straight!

~~~*Chorus*~~~

You clear the table

While I draw a bath

Go throw the chickens

Something to scratch

Stoke up the fire

I'll brew us a pot

Always give the Good Lord

Everything you've got

Don't just stand there

You've got a brain, girl move...

Go do something

Or I'll find something for you..

You don't stop moving till you're dead...

Pay attention...

Act like you've got some sense

~~*~~

My Grandpa had his own way of talking

What he said was profound, but always brief

Lazy is only for the babies

You either work your tail off, or get beat

You're only as good as your word is

No one respects a liar, or a thief

Wash up, let's eat

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~

Kids never said that they were bored

Wake up, eat, and do your chores

Your reward was the proud look on their face

Oh Lord I miss them

And the good old ways

~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~

You clear the table

While I draw a bath

Go throw the chickens

Something to scratch

Stoke up the fire

I'll brew us a pot

Always give the Good Lord

Everything you've got

Don't just stand there

You've got a brain, girl move...

Go do something

Or I'll find something for you..

You don't stop moving till you're dead...

Pay attention...

Act like you've got some sense

~~*~~

I think about them..

I'll hear some long lost phrase

And I'll remember

Oh...

I'll remember

The good old ways

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson

Wrdspnr@aol.com

Copyright© 2015

RECOVERING YOU

If I could touch my heart

Oh fates believe

I'd protect it

Hold it in gently

Come on lungs breathe...

Feet stand steady

Can't ask myself

Girl, are you ready

~~~*Chorus*~~~

You're here

Outside
I could touch you if I wanted to
Am I 
Ready
Ready to recover you
~~~*~~~

If you would have stayed gone
Gone from my life
I'd have no need
To repossess you
Old addictions...
Can be deadly
Can't ask myself
Girl, are you ready

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
No, I can't ask myself, or shield my heart
Didn't have the time, and as the craving starts
The pain that once killed me
Flashes dimly...
I ask myself
Girl, are you ready
~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~
You're here
Outside
I could touch you if I wanted to
Am I 
Ready
Ready to recover you
~~~*~~~

~~~*Finale*~~~

Opening the door
The kiss is the fix
All I seem to remember
Is the beauty
I've recovered you
Oh...
So ready
~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspn@aol.com
Copyright© 2015