Young Writers Society

(Verse 1)

Unfolding the map of my life,
I hear the sound of crinkled paper.
Looking back on the roads I took,
outlined in bright colors,
I think of the days when I felt,
Confined to a chain and collar.

(Chorus)
A once pure paper now stamped with lines.
Some blue, some red, some not seen.
All showing the many choices that were mine,
Now I see them all on one big screen.

(Verse 2)

I close my eyes when I think of that road,
I think of the people who I owed.
When I came out on the other side,
Feeling unsafe and wanting to hide.

(Verse 3)
It didn't take me long to find out,
Those who had no intention of staying on my route.
And those who loved me no matter what,
Even when I was broken or in a rut.

(repeat chorus)

A once pure paper now stamped with lines.
Some blue, some red, some not seen.
All showing the many choices that were mine,
Now I see them all on one big screen.

(Verse 4)

Many times Ive tried to erase the ink,
But then I stop myself and I think.
Those darker lines that have been drawn,
And the sun I watched every morning, dawn.
Both combined make me who I am.

(Verse 5)

The red, the blue, and the green,
Are the different paths that can be seen.
Yet the lines still in white,
Will not be seen until daylight.

Authors Note - This is the 2nd song I have ever written, just wrote and this is what came out. Took me half an hour so still rough.  Plz be harsh on what you think and what needs to be improved =)