Comments about Fiona Burgess
I’m tired, I’m tired of being strong,
When everyone else needs me to be
I’m tired of holding back my dreams
So someone else can be free
I’m tired of putting on a brave face
And holding back my tears
I’m tired of picking up the pieces
Of someone else’s fears
I’m tired of keeping up appearances
And walking in someone else’s shade
I’m tired of going the extra mile
To help someone else get made
I’m tired of accepting the blame
For other peoples errors
I’m tired or being the one to pay
Hello? I have my own terrors
The kind that visit in the ...
Thunder that calls us all to battle
The power of the fight that hums through our veins,
Iron laced muscle covered in heated silk,
The surging body that heaves against the reins.
The effortless movement that trembles the earth,
Speed and grace, passion and joy.
Nothing in this world could ever replace,
The complete abandonment of worldly treasures,
For wealth beyond all known measures.