| She rested her head upon my chest
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| Sensed liberation in between breaths
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| Wonder if sex is what she found it in Peace, found it laying down with men
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| Wasn’t there to judge her, many ways I loved her
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| It was more than bodies we shared with each other
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| We layed under the cover of friends
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| A place where many lovers began
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| I began, to feel her body shake in my hand
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| Body language, it’s so hard trying to understand
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| Usually after sex, it’s a good feel
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| Took by silence, emotion stood still
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| I could feel, her tears spill, from her grille
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| Hurt from before that began to build
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| She told me hold me, a story she assembled it Tellin’it, trying not to remember it It was a story of innocence taken
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| Thought she could redeem, through love makin'
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| When she was eight she was raped by her father
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| And tried to escape through multiple sex partners
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| Felt pitiful, she had only learned,
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| To love through the physical, inside it burned
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| My heart turned, I thought of what this man did
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| She forgave him, she grew to understand it Her soul was tired and never really rested
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| Only with men through aggression
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| Said it was a blessing and it happened for a reason
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| By speaking it, she found freedom
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| Between me and you (echo)
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| Sometimes I wish a, careless whisper
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| Serenade her, without speaking a word
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| Because of you I’m stronger, I’m afraid no longer
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| I feel so alive in me, you have liberated me She laid, I watched her breathe
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| Happy to be here, not afraid to leave
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| I couldn’t concieve her not being here
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| Death in her face her not having fear
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| Less than a year she was diagnosed with it Memories of that year, so close and vivid
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| Happiness, would only visit, once in a while
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| To watch an adult, becoming a child
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| Somehow, I knew she’d make it The life of one so given early would God take it?
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| Hurt she placed in, hope and prayer
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| Hurt she placed in chemo and lost hair
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| I stare with my eyes closed
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| Wonder when the body leave does the mind go Watchin’Jordan became less important
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| Seeing this disease eat away my aunt’s organs
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| According to doctors theres no cure
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| We went through doubt, and cases of insure
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| Wish I knew then how to heal with herbs
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| Knew a part of her I could heal with words
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| But the (?) was (?)
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| What seemed like the end was the beginning for her
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| Like that, she didn’t want us to remember her
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| No more medication did she want us to give to her
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| It spread from her liver to her lungs to her last breath
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| Only to be freed through death
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| Between me and you (echo)
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| He spoke with his eyes, tear-filled
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| A lump in his throat, his fear built
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| My whole life it was in steel
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| This ain’t the way that men feel
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| A feeling, he said he wish he could kill
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| A feeling, not even time could heal
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| This is how real life’s supposed to be?
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| For it to happen to someone close to me?
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| So far we’d come, for him to tell me As he did, insecurity held me I felt like he failed me To the spirit, yelled help me
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| I’d known him for like what seemed forever
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| About going pro we dreamed together
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| Never knew it would turn out like this
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| For so long he tried to fight this
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| Now there was no way for him to ignore it His parents found out and hated him for it How could I judge him? |
| Had to accept him if I truly loved him
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| No longer he said had he hated himself
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| Through sexuality he liberated himself
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| Between me and you (echo)
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| Liberation…
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| Peace |