(I own nothing! The rights of the character Tara Knowles belong to that mad genius Kurt Sutter)
A broken spirit
By: Tara Knowles
I am what I am
But not what I wish to be
I've been living my life on a chain
Since I was sixteen.
Haunted by a lover,
Hunted by another
I'm left with no protection
Not even my own mother.
To say that I'm truly loved
Is a bold thing to speak
My departure years ago
Left me hated in disbelief
Sometimes I still run
But danger follows
When I fight back,
My pride, not me, is what the world swallows
I'm alone on the outside
But inside has become occupied
The voices ring loud
Against the thunder of my own storm cloud.
I'm alone
I'm afraid
But still I survive the road
With each passing day
My allies have turned their cheek
The viper has lashed back
I look at her and see the future
And realize, for once, that will be me
My lover has killed
For my hand
So much blood had spilled
For rule of the land
My head was wanted
But I was spared
The once sunny days
Have been replaced with cold, cruel nights in the air.
Now here I stand
At my lovers right hand
Our path laid at our feet
My heart bleeding
My courage retreating
But I will not accept defeat
Still here I cry
Yet another night
Begging for death to find me
For a broken spirit
Cannot survive
The dangerous task
Of Anarchy life
THE END
( I know the rhythm is off, but I thought it sounded good. Comment and tell me what you think. I'm pretty sure I've gotten Tara's feelings down. So enjoy!)
