Feel with the heart that is my own
or think with the mind of my Father?
...
Time waits for no one, as I have come to know...
It turns white petals into green leaves;
Lively green leaves into dead brown ones;
And even the flowers of autumn die under winter's sheet of white.
...
A heart pounding,
blood pumping,
exhilarating, run.
Through the woods,
...
Does he see?
Does she notice?
Do they all stare at me because they see what's in my head?
Doubt it.
...
A good day is that of bright, sun-like gold;
A bad day is that of endless, heavy rain.
Yet days that lie in between the two,
days when the sun disappears behind the rolling hills,
...
Heart, Or Father?
Feel with the heart that is my own
or think with the mind of my Father?
My heart says stay,
my Father says go.
My heart says high,
my Father says low.
My Father says play,
my heart screams laze.
My Father screams sleep,
my heart stays awake and ablaze.
Oh, what is a girl to do?
Feel with her own heart,
or think with the mind in her head,
but controlled by her Father?