poems

Before it's over

So, I'll open the book before I turn to misery

these voices in my head are kind of a mystery

I'm lying here thinking 'bout my history

I wonder when I'll get my cup of victory

So, I'll take that step before the road disappears 

I have to do it before the demons in my head reappear

I have come this long, I'm sure I can do a few more years 

but these thorns on the road are more than a normal person bears

So, I'll sing this song before I lose my voice 

whatever I'm doing right now is really not my choice

maybe after all this pain, one day I'll rejoice

And after the rain, I might find my voice.