©2016 Chris Pendergraft
Dig Down Deep
She sits upon her stoop
Stuck in memories
that she'd never faced
Once were thorns
But now are butterflies
She tries to let them go, up above
Across
The setting sky
Once were thorns but now are butterflies
What it me? was it me? what it just a bad dream?
Will it overtake me like some disease?
Will it break me?
Once were thorns but now are butterflies
I can see I can see
that its all within me
but only the truth can set me free
I'm big enough to climb from here to Hell
I used to think, That memories
Were like razorblades,
The deeper that you dig, the more you gonna bleed
But now I see the truth will set us free
From repeating' all our
History
That's why we all gotta dig down deep
That's why we all gotta dig down deep
