i was born with lightning at my heels

[melocoton]

THE SINGLE SONG LYRIC PROMPT MEME
HOW TO PLAY

• Leave me a comment asking for one of my muses in the subject line, or ask me to surprise you.
• Copy and paste the textarea into a comment, filling in the appropriate sections.
• You can only use one song! Selected lyrics can be used literally or interpreted your own way to set the scene.
• Have fun!

<center><table width="350px"><tr><td><img src="LINK TO AN IMAGE HERE" width="350px"><br /><div align="justify" style="width: 800;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; padding: 5px;"><i><a href="LINK TO THE URL OF THE SONG HERE"><font color="#a11601">PUT YOUR SONG TITLE HERE</a></i></font></span><br /><small><font color="#728FA7">ARTIST NAME GOES HERE</font></small><br /><br /><div align="justify" style="width: 750;"><font face="georgia" color="#333366"><small>and this is where / you post the lyrics / that you want to use / as a prompt</small></font></div></div><br /></td></tr></table></img></center></div></div>

Comments

and now for something completely different

[eldritches]

 

children's work dessa Before you came along i was a lone cub. fell in love with language, tried to tell the grown-ups about the storm clouds, the weather in my head. hadn't heard the word for melancholy yet. Then you came in five years behind - we thought you couldn't talk, turns out you were just shy. Mom said it was serious, dad said you'd be fine. I thought you were the prophet of 1989, You were so tender, we thought something was wrong with you. So patient, we thought that you were deaf - you were so solemn, so tiny but so ancient. Ma took you to see doctors, you scared her half to death, And I made you a library of tiny books with spines two inches high. You didn't say too much, But your smile taught me how to quiet down my mind. But I've learned how to paint my face, How to earn my keep, How to clean my kill. Some nights I still can't sleep, The past rolls back, I can see us still. You've learned how to hold your own, How to stack your stones, But the history's thick. Children aren't as simple as we'd like to think. You slept in my bed, and if I kept quiet I could hear all the voices in your head.