I Don't own Roswell

Song is: Walk Unafraid by: REM

Alexandria Simmons was mad. At sixteen years old she didn't much care what everyone else thought. The only people that mattered were herself, her beloved Aunt Lucy, and her older brother. Right now she was mad. Lexi had the hormones of an average sixteen year old. Now it felt like the world had forgotten her.

She hadn't herd from her older sister Brieanna since she was five years old. Her aunt, whom had raised her from the time she was three days old, refused to let her visit her older brother. That's why this little excursion was necessary. She had to let them know she wouldn't be pushed around anymore. She was practally a grown up. She had never met either of her parents, she had been told that they had been murdered by terrorists. They said it was a miracle she lived. So she had become the miracle baby. Aunt Lucy made sure she or no one would ever forget that.

This time she was taking matters into her own hands. She could feel the adrenalin rushing as she got on the bus. Aunt Lucy was going to kill her, and so would her big brother. But she had the courage, and that was half the battle wasn't it. Her mother had been brave. Sometimes Lucy would tell her niece stories about her older sister.

She could never live up to the stuff in those tales. That was why she had to see her brother, to see if she was worthy.

The buss stopped and Lexi got off and looked at her destination, Seattle, Washington.



Alexandria Miracle Cale-Simmons had something to prove, not to her aunt, not to her brother, not to her parents, and defiantly not to Brie. She had something to prove to herself.

Boy was Logan gonna be mad.

as the sun comes up, as the moon

goes down

these heavy notions creep around

it makes me think

long ago I was brought into

this life a little lamb

a little lamb

courageous, stumbling

fearless was my middle name.

but somewhere there I

lost my way

everyone walks the same

expecting me to step

the narrow path they've laid

they claim to

walk unafraid

I'll be clumsy instead

hold my love me or leave me

high.

1. say "keep within the boundaries if you want

to play."

say "contradiction only makes it harder."

how can I be

what I want to be?

when all I want to do is strip away

these stilled constraints

and crush this charade

shred this sad masquerade

I don't need no persuading

I'll trip, fall, pick myself up and walk unafraid

I'll be clumsy instead

hold my love me or leave me

high.

if I have a bag of rocks to carry as I go

I just want to hold my head up high

I don't care what I have to step over

I'm prepared to look you in the eye

look me in the eye

and if you see familiarity

then celebrate the contradiction

help me when I fall to

walk unafraid

I'll be clumsy instead

hold my love me or leave me

high.

walk unafraid

I'll be clumsy instead

hold my love me or leave me

high.