Friday, February 27, 2015

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

Sunday, February 15, 2015

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

Sunday, February 1, 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