Monthly Archives: January 2016

Paint The Walls

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The bar wasn’t opened but I needed a drink
So much had happened I could hardly think
I was barely through the door when I was embraced
Back then not even I knew the things I faced
Defined by a day buried deep in my head
Old tears weren’t drying before new ones were shed
We saw not only the flowers and kind words
There were cameras rolling they came in herds

With the threat of a bomb hanging over your head
Walking down the street like it’s dawn of the dead
How does it feel to know that while others bled
You were at home dreaming safely in bed
With the threat of a bomb hanging over your head
Walking down the street like it’s dawn of the dead
When he stayed up late to paint the walls red
You were at home dreaming safely in bed

I witnessed the worst of human reactions
Like it was just another tourist distraction
People had questions and things to be said
But I had the answers programmed in my head
Daily reminders reawaken my fear
Those from the past always present and near
One day I’ll move forward next I’ll fall behind
And some days I hoped I’d never be fine

With the threat of a bomb hanging over your head
Walking down the street like it’s dawn of the dead
How does it feel to know that while others bled
You were at home dreaming safely in bed
With the threat of a bomb hanging over your head
Walking down the street like it’s dawn of the dead
When he stayed up late to paint the walls red
You were at home dreaming safely in bed

(He stayed up late to paint the walls red)
And gave my voice a story to tell
(He stayed up late to paint the walls red)
And every night more tears fell
(He stayed up late to paint the walls red)
Can you hear the sound of the church bells
(He stayed up late to paint the walls red)
And gave my voice a story to tell

With the threat of a bomb hanging over your head
Walking down the street like it’s dawn of the dead
How does it feel to know that while others bled
You were at home dreaming safely in bed
With the threat of a bomb hanging over your head
Walking down the street like it’s dawn of the dead
When he stayed up late to paint the walls red
You were at home dreaming safely in bed

Love
Roxanne

Fix Yourself

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I wrote Reassemble Me based on a thought I had late one night. If only I came with instructions. Sometimes broken people have triggers that you can’t avoid without already knowing where they are. This can make you want to fix these broken people, to keep from hurting them, but that’s only temporary.

We need to fix ourselves, to learn how strong we are and how to pick ourselves back up after falling so far down. Being there for us might keep us from falling further, might make us feel better for a little while, but all that goes the moment you’re gone.

Sometimes you won’t even know you’ve landed a broken one until it’s too late to back out. Some of us have learned to hide it well, even keeping little triggers a secret so people won’t see the mess below the surface.

We can seem cool calm and collected and then one day you accidentally step on a land mine and….. Bang! I don’t envy those people. It’s not exactly what they bargained for, but at least you know that those that stick around are probably keepers. And now you have a new reason to fix yourself. If not for you, then for the person who loves you enough to stick by you through the bad days.

Always Keep Fighting.

Love
Roxanne