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Some Days

Sometimes my hometown seems so far away
Trying to walk this broken road
A little further every day.
Sometimes I feel like another man's wife,
Trying to replicate a spirit,
Trying to retrofit a life
Sometimes I wonder how it all fell in,
And when for sure the sinner
Started sleeping with the sin
Sometimes I wish to hell it never went wrong,
But now I know I must be moving on.

Some days the sun comes up,
Some days the moon goes down
Some days I feel so lost that I'll never get found
Some days you grow old waiting
For a heart to come around
Some days a love that's being born
Falls six feet in the ground.

When the just have all gone silent
Then the wicked make the rules
And the only ones left standing
Are the privileged and the fools
But this whole world is turning upside down
And nothing's as it seems
Where are the ends to justify these means?
There ARE no ends to justify these means.

Some days you walk a steady line,
Some days you trip and fall.
Some days your best intentions
Leave you staring at the wall.
But sticks and stones are made of bones
From other painful pasts,
And words become their weapons
As soon as they are cast.

You say bricks are always heavy,
Darkness always rules the night,
The preacher's always righteous
And the hero wins the fight.
But when they go to pull their masks away,
You'll see who rang the bell
And the eyes of those who laid the poison
Down into the well
Sometimes a charlatan can feel so safe and warm
Before he throws you headlong to the storm.

About this poem

A song about breaking free from unhealthy associations, and seeing things for what they really are. This was a personal account about toxic relationships, but has also been regarded as a political statement.

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Written on January 06, 2019

Submitted by KrissLuckett on September 20, 2021

1:27 min read

Kriss Luckett

Songwriter, amateur poet, professional performing musician. I'm also an artist, and "mom" to an amazing 12 year old son. I live in Indianapolis, IN with my husband and son (who are my musical partners), and a ridiculous number of pets. I'm a self-employed massage therapist, and have owned my own business since 2015. In my rare spare time, I like to kayak, camp, and bake, and I collect vinyl records. I have been a performing musician for 32 years, with roots in punk and alt-rock and modern folk. My non-musical writing has been mostly for my own personal enjoyment, but I am broadening my scope of exposure, and hope to publish at some point. I have recorded 6 albums in my music career, with aspirations of recording a solo record at some point in the near future. My inspiration comes from my own experiences, the experiences of friends and characters, musings on the state of the world and life in general, and stories I make up. I am not a "look out my window and ponder the flowers" sort of writer, although there's nothing wrong with that. I began writing for enjoyment in high school, when I had a teacher who recognized my penchant for writing "dark stories", and encouraged me to keep at it. I grew up in small town Indiana, where "girls just don't write such things", so I have kept most of my edgier writing to myself. This is the first place I've published anything that wasn't songwriting. Hope you enjoy my work. more…

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