Turn the Page

Somewhere sleeping in the rain
I've been dwelling in my brain
Heart alone and holding steady
Hurt and angry, throwing blame

And I've been the guilty party
Bidding the rules of the game
Something about you gets me
Wanting to turn the page
Turn the page
Turn the page

There's an artist hidden well
Always pleasing someone else
So obliging, secrets kept
Till the morning shadows left

And I've been the guilty party
Bidding the rules of the game
Something about you gets me
Wanting to turn the page
Turn the page
Turn the page

This next chapter is reserved
For letting go and being heard
This next chapter I will see
Love awake and pardon me

Release the guilty party
Set free the shaming game
Something about you gets me
Wanting to turn the page
Turn the page
Turn the page
Turn the page
Turn the page
What will be will be
See what we shall see...

shawna ray, today, June 17, 2012
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