FANCY WORDS By Tom Jensen
As if you were my children
I sacrifice for you
A mind like mine
Don’t come around often
The next one could be you
The chip that rides atop my shoulder
Has fallen to the ground
To the chains of modern thinking
I am no longer bound
I don't try to reach
just a thousand critics
I aim for tens of millions
of people worldwide
I don't dare use fancy words
that twist into themselves
So many times that you need
a dictionary by your side
I try to portray life plain and simply
Using my words to paint
a picture to be your guide
My soul crawls across the paper
Falling dead across the lines
As all the memories I've known
Forgotten and left behind
Now stand before you
Naked and raped
Handled and molded
Unfolded and shaped
There is nothing left
That I can call my own
There's no place that I can go
That I can honestly call my home
There is nothing I'm afraid of
Be it discovered or unknown
I write for men and women like me
Who have the roar of a lion
Those who'll fight to the death
to defend their pride
The men and women who know
that when life gets tough
That you can never lie down and die
So hold onto whatever
will get you through
Do whatever - within reason
that you have to do
Look everywhere inside of you
it's in you
And I would not lie to you
I've been you
I would not hide it from you
but of course
I will help guide you through
I'll be your support