Date: 4-25-2006
Leaving Eden,
even angels
cry and fall
from grace.
Amidst the
chaos, there
must be a way
to get closer to
God. There must
be a way to see
beyond the pain
and rain. There
must be a way
to break through
the barriers and
experience heaven
on earth. Footloose,
I set my soul free
on the dance floor.
Footloose, I set my soul
free and do whatever I
want to with my life.
Footloose, dance is the
hidden language of the soul.
Footloose, I set my soul
free and I call it self liberation.
I feel like a princess at the prom
and there is alot of room in my
heart for love. I can imagine
myself jumping over the broom
someday. After the prom, I visit
heartbreak hotel where gloom
and doom rain on my parade
due to domestic violence and
eventually rape.