At the microphone
she was looking for herself
through a tapestry of words;
the search was urgent
for without knowing who she was
she would always be a nobody;
but on the discovery of herself
she would be somebody.
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
At the microphone
she was looking for herself
through a tapestry of words;
the search was urgent
for without knowing who she was
she would always be a nobody;
but on the discovery of herself
she would be somebody.
The long hours
cannot keep pace
with every demand
made on a fragile heart;
made on a fragile heart,
every demand
cannot keep pace
with the long hours.