Bottle of hearts
All I ask, is for you to bow your head
Actually, pay attention and listen to the words that’s about to be said
I know I barely put my hands together and get on my knees
Never tried to talk to the lord, but forgiveness we seek
All I ask, is for someone one to listen to me
I’m not a preacher or a teacher but there is a lesson I’m trying to teach
So with this bottle, I sit it atop of a throne
Calling all broken hearts that this bottle is meant to hold
Bottle of hearts
First story I’ll tell is of the nine year old girl who never thought she was beautiful
Her mother never loved her & her father just abused her
At school it was no better, she received death threats and cruel letters
The boys used to always touch her & the girls just were jealous
She would run and just cry, running in no designated direction
Never telling mom what was going on,
Because she was to busy fulfilling her desired affection
With a quick fix
She never listened when her child was in tune with her emotions
Usually she just yelled at her, telling her how much she hated her
And this young girl knew inside that her mom loved her
But she is traumatized by the drugs, that’s whats controlling her
One day, the nine year old was fed up
Wrote a letter to her parents telling them she’d had enough
She wanted it to be over, so she overdosed on pain pills
The sad thing is her parents didn’t even notice that their child no longer lived
Until a few days later when her father started smelling something weird
So this is when I open my bottle of hearts,
Putting the young girls broken pieces in.
Once again,
All I ask, is for you to bow your head
Actually, pay attention and listen to the words that’s about to be said
I know I barely put my hands together and get on my knees
Never tried to talk to the lord, but forgiveness we seek
Another story that I have is yet of another girl
She had everything going for herself; she thought she knew everything about the world
Until, she reached high school and her body started changing
Hormones were rising and boys continuously calling her name
And
When she thought she chose the right one to answer back to
He popped up with that question after a month of going through the relationship
He said baby, if you love me we should share this special moment together
She really didn’t want to go through with it but his satisfaction mattered
Asking him if he had protection, he just threw away the question
He received what he wanted, then left her
When she started feeling sick, no questions asked she knew she was knocked up
Went to find the only guy she ever slept with, and he acted as if he never knew her
And it killed her inside when he claimed he wasn’t her child’s father
Its one thing to raise a child
But its another to do so while you’re a child yourself
Afraid to tell her mother because she didn’t know how she’d react
But the baby bump started showing
And her mother already knew
Her mother gave her the alternative, to keep it or abort it
She wasn’t giving away her child she saw that as murder
So her mother said well you have to go, I can’t help you
Now there is a fifteen year old girl on the street, no home, no food to eat
Carrying a child that is the reason her heart beats
So she cries, noticing that her due date is nearing
Trying to pray to god but she feels he isn’t listening
She delivers her child in a shelter with no assistance
And doesn’t even live to see her child eyes glisten
So this is when I open my bottle of hearts
If you think your life is bad remember that you’re living that’s a start
All I ask, is for someone one to listen to me
I’m not a preacher or a teacher but there is a lesson I’m trying to teach
So with this bottle, I sit it atop of a throne
Calling all broken hearts that this bottle is meant to hold
Bottle of hearts