"Noise"

I was born to make some noise,
Right up there with the big boys.
Oh, I'll prove it,
Oh, you'll see,
They won't wanna mess with me!

They're makin' fun of little girls
And their big brown bouncy curls,
But I've put away my toys.
Let's shake it up and make some noise!

Don't tell me what I can't do.
Don't make me prove you a fool.
Don't assume you know what's true.
I'm the exception to your rule.

The thing is that it's not just me
Who's meant for more than this.
We sleep with mediocrity
And vanish in her kiss.

Somewhere between the womb and grave,
We give up the fight.
Under the pressure, there we cave,
And never find our light.

If my dreams were meant for dark,
I'd not sing by day.
If I was not to be a spark,
I'd have nothing to say.

It's something in your spirit,
In your bones, a fire.
And when you finally hear it,
You can't quench the desire...

To be more than a face here,
Not just another name.
This isn't about fame, dear..
It's about the game.

This is the grand smoke-screen.
What is ever real?
Chasing after nothing...
What they call the "ideal".

Do what you can't live without!
And child, do it well!
Stop drinking of the poison, doubt,
And get up where you fell.

Life's only for the living,
That's how it's always been.
To not use what you're given,
Is quite a grave sin.

So get out there and make some noise,
Right up there with the big boys.
You'd better prove it!
I'd better see!
Stop drowning in your apathy!

I'm making fun of fellow man
That does less than it knows it can.
Happy with counterfeit joys...
It's up to us to make the noise.


Christina Sawyer © 2010

(There's no song related to this post, guys. It's just a poem. hah)