Songs Of A Broken World.


Small crimes full of destruction,
Simple things never enough,
Fighting to survive,
Yet killed for my skin color,
I have always been in the middle of a war,
Trying to survive,
I learn to adapt,
I learn to think,
I learn to walk away.

Making me wish i wasn't this color,
Marking me for something i had no part of,
History is going to reapeat itself,
And i couldn't stop it,
I learn to dance to my own tune,
I make myself what i want,
And i am who i am,
Please don't see the facade,
See what's underneath.

Play my violin,
Read it's notes into my skin,
And let it mark the words,
I embrace,
I will face what i can,
See me in this sad lonely tune,
That makes the tears seep from your eyes,
I shall disguise myself,
Until you hear my song,
And listen to the words,
That haunt everyone.

Because...
I am a song waiting to be listened too,
Just hear my words,
And wish you could save me,
When i can't even save myself.