Glinda

Something's calling out
Waiting for my answer
I'm taking all I can take
From the madam and the sir, or
Anyone who gives
Let's me live...live
Everyday seems more like a struggle
Frightening laughter reeks
Of the masquaradery we juggle

Voices whisper
Through the music
heavy metal doesn't cover
the instructional dialogue hiding
biding its time, until the hidden agenda
awakes for sanctities sake

Glinda
She's one from a set of twins.
I don't know what ever hapenned to them
But the thought is nice that they
Turned out fine, that their life is as they say
Happy.
Bar all memories here
unless you like recollecting fear
It's scary to call back things in the past
In survivial that's a luxury that comes last

The present exhibits more than enough
To deal with it's rehtoric is tough
And so we go on
Strong people make it
People take it
Life's better for the living