Glue

I'm supposed to be inspirational

an example of a kind

that helps the wounded get up

and find some peace of mind.

But I've found that I'm broken

I fell somewhere back there

and I'm hangin on a wing

and I"m hangin by a prayer

And I know my poetry hurts

it don't lift a damn soul

but it is what it is

my own personal scroll

I may not have much

but my words they will remain

and my story will be told

of living the insane

The day to day realities

of being quite shattered

and looking deep inside 

to see the ones that mattered

To gather them together

at this table we sit 'round

and we talk bout how we got here

and we plan on where we're bound. 

And though we don't see

much future for us all

we all get up and dressed

for each wake up call.

Cause we know we may be wrong

though we fear we may be right

and we'll wish we had bowed out

and left this here fight

We're 8 going on 40

we're strong and we're weak

we talk and we're quiet

we write and we speak. 

But all in all we are

this person that you see

the one standing  before you

inside a family.

And maybe you think we're crazy

and we don't have a prayer

but we've been walking a long time

on nothing but thin air.

And though we are broken

the pieces are all accounted

and one day we'll be better

than the finest statue mounted

But right now, we ain't right

ourselves we have to love

so don't expect much peace

more a vulture, not a dove.

We pickin' apart the past

and tossing the flesh aside

until we figure it out

whats all fucked up inside.

So for now we on hiatus

go watch a commercial or two

while we go a shoppin'

and pick us up some glue.