Pen and Pad

By Daniel Boucher.

Stuck in reality
That feels like a dream
A daze in my head
Playing back scenes.

I see my little girl smile
Ain't need a plug.
Her name on my chest
Is worn like a bullet proof vest.

The insanity of life keeps
The pace going faster and faster

Running on a high rope
Trying not to look down.

When you look down
Depression surrounds
So you keep your head up
Till your feet can hit the ground.

Doing the same thing every day
Expecting different results

Fighting with my demons
Pushing them to jump off at the end of a rope.

On my knees
Praying for help.
Someone save me
Teach me how to love myself.

My life keeps changing the pace
Keeps racing
Catching my feet.

Drowning in a virtual reality
Escaping from the stress that all around me. Push and shove see the plugs and drugs.

Running away
Because sobriety is my only love.
No need for a bottle or a l.

Just a pen and a pad
To let my heart scream out.
These lyrics are my escape from fate.
My relief from stress
When I'm letting screws loose in my head.

So I continue to fight and
Continue to write
So my demons don't win this race.

I push
To set my own pace
And chance my path.

And God knows
That I don't know how to be a dad
But I try my best
To push away the press and stress
To see my girl
And take the weight off my soldiers
Like removing a bullet proof vest.

Feel a little lighter
And get more fight for the night.
Cuz when the light shows
All darkness cowers in fright.