Bleeding Heart

Some have said I care

too much

Or that I love too hard

But I would rather live

with a broken, bleeding heart

than one that is hard

and shriveled up

useless

good for nothing

What shame is there

if I should err

and be a bit too loving?

But those are right

who say

that tears solve not a thing

And I cannot

save the world

with only my dreams

So I will care too much

and do the best I can

to give a little love

and lend a helping hand

to everyone who needs it

be they great or small

For there are far too many

who do not care at all

What I Have To Give

I have a voice!

I have a voice!

I can speak

I can be heard

I am not afraid

to use the power of my words

or of my art

There is power in

sincerity

Things spoken from the heart

from a loving soul

and an open mind

My words, my art, my voice

are what I have to give

humankind

Born to fly

Enough words can convince

a bird that she's a kite

So she'll let you tie her down

And forget that she can fly

with her own two wings

And she'll forget she has a voice

and a song to sing

and a life, and a choice

But by and by she'll hear her song

And find her place in the sky

For words can't hold forever

one who was born to fly



The Wanderer's Song

I may not look like much

I'm poor and small, it's true

But I know how to give, and I know how to love

Can the same be said of you?

My feet are weary and bruised

From the paths that I have walked

I have been beaten down, I have been used

I've been berated and mocked

I have known happiness and laughter

I have known pain and tears

I have known suffering and sadness

Though I've only lived a few short years

But pain has taught me compassion

Cruelty has taught me to be kind

Hatred and bigotry have taught me how to have

An open heart and an open mind

Life has taught me the worth of love

And every day I live

I learn the more I give away

The more I have to give

On loving my own

Laughter is the same in every language

Love has no colour

Kindness knows no boundaries

It touches us at our core

Hands of different colours intertwined

Is to be rejoiced, not bemoaned

We are all one people, one family

Everyone is my own

Standing up

Beautiful in ways

That they will never see

I suppose that is because

They're not looking at me

They knock down a scarecrow

A girl who is not real

But the blows aimed at her

Leave bruises I can feel

But I'm not made of straw

I have a heart and soul

So I am standing up

I am taking back control

I will be alright

I will be just fine

No one will take my joy

I won't let them steal what's mine