- 17/18 when tricked/seduced into embrace
- no family/dad ran out/mom drug/etoh addict
- alt lifestyle
- foster care since 9
- street smarts but less formal education
- dropped out of high school 9th grade
- likes to read, haunts libraries
- not really accepted by her alt peer group, seen as uppity
- knows a little about a lot of things
- interested in what "makes humans tick"
- tough as nails
- cruel streak, borne out of her life experiences
- emotionally detached
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside something's buried
Under sycamore leaves
Wet grounds, late September
The foliage of the trees
I came upon this feeling that someone's lying
Covered by sycamore leaves
And I could never face it
And take a look and see
And I could never break out
And shake it's grip on me
Some people believe a photograph traps your mortal soul
Your eyes were the camera and you've take hold
And you captured me
I need you to take control
I am a prisoner of no confidence
You've entered me now make me whole
Every place I go I feel your lenses trained on me
This distant concentration takes away my energy
Your image burns it's negative
Behind my waking eyes
Then the night comes and you stalk your prize
And you captured me
I need you to take control
I am a prisoner of no confidence
You've entered me now make me whole
Some people believe a photograph traps your mortal soul
Your eyes were the camera and you've taken hold
And you captured me
I need you to take control
I am a prisoner of no confidence
You've entered me now make me whole
Georgia Lee (Solas)
Cold was the night, hard was the ground
They found her in a small grove of trees
Lonesome was the place where Georgia was found
She's too young to be out
On the street.
Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there for
Georgia Lee?
Ida said she couldn't keep Georgia
From dropping out of school
I was doing the best that I could
But she kept runnin away from this world
These children are so hard to raise good
Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there for
Georgia Lee?
Close your eyes and count to ten
I will go and hide by then
Be sure to find me. I want you to find me
And we'll play all over
We will play all over again
There's a toad in the witch grass
There's a crow in the corn
Wild flowers on a cross by the road
And somewhere a baby is crying
For her mom
As the hills turn from green back
To gold
Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there for
Georgia Lee?
With all the taste I desire
It`s all good if you let me dive
with some sharks on the ground
You lose your routine
You lose your routine
You lose your routine
Cause I found my path
What the hell are you trying?
Now I know there is something more
What happen to you?
still standing on my path
Are you still denying?
now I know there is something more
that this is the truth
It`s all in you!
What do you came for?
What did you expect to find?
What do you live for?
What did you expect to find?
What do you live for?
What did you expect to find?
What do you live for?
What did you expect to find?
So boundless I feel
and boundless all my fears
Stop running back to old times
Stop running back to old times
you lose your routine...
cause I found my path
What the hell are you trying?
Now I know there is something more
What happen to you?
still standing on my path
Are you still denying?
now I know there is something more
that this is the truth
It`s all in you!
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