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An Angel's Prayer
It's time to break the pattern to which I was born
I'm tired of being mentally worn
Living with the evidence of my parents physical scorn
In clothes long past torn, my hopes nearly all gone
Searching past the future for a reason to look up
Having known only one side of luck
What should be obvious is easily over looked
How can you walk so straight and leave a path so crooked
"I can remember" is something to easily said
Especially when reminiscing with someone in your stage
But in the book of life there's always another page
Can you relate to someone of this stage
Still a child looking up at the world
Knowing that I'm the reason that the vultures swirl
Seems you got a boy, but wanted a girl
I'm treated as your albatross instead of as your pearl
Thinking I'm the reason the world seems against you
The big job didn't come through
All life's treasures that you didn't get
You remember me, your excuse, your outlet
But suddenly I'm struck by an important fact
It took the both of you to commit this act
One to allow and the other to commit
What's the difference between verbal and a hit
Why am I to blame for ages that you missed
For allowing the situation to go past a first kiss
Why didn't we stop. why wasn't we caught
Yes it seems again it was all my fault
Neither thinking before doing what you do
Until this unlucky lick you didn't have a clue
There's a line, a buffer, between discipline and abuse
But you preferred to put the latter to use
Just try to picture a scene a little to graphic
I'm chasing a balloon but just can't grasp it
The situation should be funny but don't laugh at it
Because the balloon is your love and I can't have it
Never thinking of me or the hand I was dealt
Only worried about the pressure that you felt
With a look that should've made your heart melt
You chose to handle every situation with a belt
But it was hard being me living in perpetual fear
Afraid that you'll see, afraid that you'll hear
My slightest movement, the beat of my heart
I can feel my spirit as it starts to part
Barely I hear your pleas for yet another chance
But I have to meet the rain for a dance
Join the clouds and soar high above
Basking in something I never had "Love"
I'm tired of being mentally worn
Living with the evidence of my parents physical scorn
In clothes long past torn, my hopes nearly all gone
Searching past the future for a reason to look up
Having known only one side of luck
What should be obvious is easily over looked
How can you walk so straight and leave a path so crooked
"I can remember" is something to easily said
Especially when reminiscing with someone in your stage
But in the book of life there's always another page
Can you relate to someone of this stage
Still a child looking up at the world
Knowing that I'm the reason that the vultures swirl
Seems you got a boy, but wanted a girl
I'm treated as your albatross instead of as your pearl
Thinking I'm the reason the world seems against you
The big job didn't come through
All life's treasures that you didn't get
You remember me, your excuse, your outlet
But suddenly I'm struck by an important fact
It took the both of you to commit this act
One to allow and the other to commit
What's the difference between verbal and a hit
Why am I to blame for ages that you missed
For allowing the situation to go past a first kiss
Why didn't we stop. why wasn't we caught
Yes it seems again it was all my fault
Neither thinking before doing what you do
Until this unlucky lick you didn't have a clue
There's a line, a buffer, between discipline and abuse
But you preferred to put the latter to use
Just try to picture a scene a little to graphic
I'm chasing a balloon but just can't grasp it
The situation should be funny but don't laugh at it
Because the balloon is your love and I can't have it
Never thinking of me or the hand I was dealt
Only worried about the pressure that you felt
With a look that should've made your heart melt
You chose to handle every situation with a belt
But it was hard being me living in perpetual fear
Afraid that you'll see, afraid that you'll hear
My slightest movement, the beat of my heart
I can feel my spirit as it starts to part
Barely I hear your pleas for yet another chance
But I have to meet the rain for a dance
Join the clouds and soar high above
Basking in something I never had "Love"
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