Proud Proud of me I’m standing free, though I cannot Scream And the tears are silently beginning To stream I will stand in peace, inside The pride they Feel for me Proud Proud of me My scarred and weakened knees, Shattered and broken are All of my remaining Dreams But they’re proud And they say they are all so Proud Of me Proud Proud of me They take the glee from The happy me The only one that they ever want To see, (The truth is still hidden beneath the Hanging tree) But they’re proud, yes, They’ll be so proud of me Proud they say, they prefer the Way I bend my shape To fit their Frame Inside an endless string of Toxic scenes Filled with dark and painful gas lit Gains But they were proud And I will always remember when Anyone Was proud Of me ~ A. L. Stippich
Orphan
A storm is coming, we
Can feel it deep
Inside our bones,
We have lost the will to
Make the clock move
Forward
When we’ve already lost
Our only home
Return to sender, we’re
The firsthand offender, a
Coward in wolves clothing, torn
ripped, and cheaply
Sewn
Raised in violence, keep every pain
In silence,
(No one cares once eighteen comes to
Town, just make sure to
hit the ground)
It’s not like anyone will be
waiting around
We won’t be what they’ve been
Searching for and we won’t be
What they have finally
Found
There is no one to embrace
Anymore,
There is nothing we have left
To leave at the door
(What a goddamn bore
We must be when
They don’t come
Around)
But we can drown out the
Sound
After all, the voices are starting
To become quite
Loud
I think I hear a storm is
Coming soon
~ A. L. Stippich
Life at the Burrow 