I take the time, fake the crime

Of being anything but a friend, I tend to shake from slime.

I saw terror, panic and a loss of it all, I cross and I fall

but life's boss is so small.

A child, scared of the nightmare of no control,

it takes a toll... To hold, skin so cold I feel the hole.

She's empty, she forget to breathe,

let's it leave but frets to grieve, but I set, retrieve,

embrace rapid pace I receive...

She shakes, vibrate of the stress, think no less.

She's stronger pain sits longer but she is no weak mess.



The damage, bad out weighed the good,

did the best I could, but I froze where I stood.

She saw petty, weakness from a tear stained face..

I saw a woman, running the wrong race,

making happiness a rough chase.

So.. I take the time, fake the crime

Of being anything but a friend,

I tend to shake from slime.

I saw terror, panic and a loss of it all,

I cross and I fall but life's boss is so small.

She crumbled... But she was so resistant to see,

resistant to be, a human being with venerability.

She faints, waters paints, the canvas of her skin the liquid taints.

But I carry, happy thoughts seem scary, seem to vary,

Be the rock, face the shock of feeling wary.

They won't cage her, bring out the inner rager,

the work will never age her,

Because I take the time, face the crime

I've seen a woman mend, transcend from male slime.

I saw terror, panic, and a loss of it all....

But I watched a woman cross and crawl.

And she's stronger with every tear, any fear that will wake...

She's strength and the one female that won't break...

Volcanic erupt, emotions corrupt but she's free..

Because whether she cries, calmness lies and she'll see,

Where hate lies, love is always with thee.