body

I've held a lot of grown men's hands

It's hard to act tough When your life has almost been taken Its hard to act brave When you've been beaten down and shaken Its hard to not cry When life doesn't

The call

This is the call I never wanted to make The call that even makes my body quake The moment a sound responds on the line My words, my heart, my voice become inter

You don't own me

A body made of flesh and bones Has a soul, a spirit, and a future of unknowns A silver bullet delivered by a brother May have altered my fate But I lived a life

Head trauma. Let sweet dreams soothe his mama. Let familiar voices soothe his mind, Giving him peace, grace, and time, Allowing body and soul to recombine.

I wish I knew you better. I really only know your name And your body's physical pain. Your mind races and tumbles until You've thought you've gone insane.