Cutting Edge

Composed by Shaire Blythe

Monday, July 19, 2010

Cutting Edge

I keep myself caged.

Even the pastor has trouble trying to get me to change.

I get restless in the pews

And my mind is far gone

 

 

It’s not unusual for me to feel like this

Trapped behind these bars

Even sometimes my mind don’t wanta fully work

 

 

I go there halfway and then halt

It smells like trouble

 

 

Tryna find the key to my heart

The locks not breaking

 

 

Take it to battle

Get it shot

It won’t bleed

It’s empty

 

 

But it’s still beating

It won’t stop

No, it’s not retreating

It’ll give all its got

The very thought of expiration

It’s its motivation

To keep going on

Even on the cutting edge

 

 

Acting as if there’s no care in the world

Clearing the mind with cigarettes

When I want to run and hide

 

 

Then I’m called up

I can feel the rush

Of my blood flowing from my hands to my toes

The good Lord knows

This is not how it goes

I’m meant to be open

I’m meant to be fearless