My Life For You

I thought I would share a part of my life with you, that you don't know about me. When I became a teenager I discovered I loved music. I went to over 200 rock concerts, well maybe more, maybe like 500. Many of them I bought one ticket and went alone. I loved live music, and it didn't matter the genre. 

I have a clip book filled with a ton of lyrics I wrote. I never liked calling them poems, because there always was a tune playing in my head when I wrote the words down. Like tonight. I had a tune in my head and the words just came out. If only I was a musician,then I could have been the rock start I dreamed about. 

I haven't had a song play in my head in years, but tonight I did. So I wrote it down and here it is for you. Maybe someone out there has the same tune playing in their head, but they just need the words, well here they are.

I Have A Gift

I have a gift . . . . . . . . (Sung all beautiful to piano)

It's not covered in roses or ice cream, it's a bloody life of struggle and a dream

All the fighting, inside of me ( higher pitch with a yelling voice )

Living right next to each other, like you and I

Everyone takes a path while I watch him die. . . . . . . . . . . .

I have a gift . . . . . . . . . .

It's not wrapped in pretty paper, or delivered with a smile

Dripping with the cutting words you pushed me down with

All this hurt. . . . All this life living in the pain

Everyone takes a path while I stand and look down it

From what I can see all the paths are filled.......... except mine

There is a place for you, there is a place for me

Yet I choose to mess with destiny

I can not be one of the everlasting empty

The overly abundant lonely. . . . . . . . . ..

Yeah, I have a gift and it's not paying the bills

They were walking down, like it's the only road

Shouting out like they think they have life's drink

Pushing others to the side as if they were useless

I'm standing there thinking, were in a mess . . . . . . .

I have a gift. . . . …. . . .. . .

It's not covered in roses or ice cream

It's a bloody life of struggle and a dream

People living like there is no meaning

And me, I carry the gift. . . . . for all of them. . . .. . .. . .

It's not covered in roses.... . . . … . . .

I would write sung by and put a known artist name like: Christina Aguilera, so that someone would know what sound the song should have. Since I can't write music. I think she could do wonders for these words of mine. : - )