Erin Michelle Smith

OK - this is the song that kind of was written at the same time as the poem - so I'm just going to title it the same. This apparently caused my mom to sell the piano - yet still never asked why my music was so angry or sad. I don't know if it would've made a difference though, as about this same time I started to front much more than Aaron and I didn't have the memories that he did. This is my take on Amazing Grace. At this time (I wrote this when I was 14-15 and very shortly after I was raped [...]

Upon the end of night's darkest hours A sleepy sun boldly climbed above eastern mountain towers To softly touch those angry angels of white floating overhead With fiery fingers painted different shades of red And while I silently slept ever so softly My mind drifted drowsily, fastly fading in and out of a rude reality When suddenly, upon the weary wings of a cold morning breeze Came the sweet sounds of a mournful melody that pierced the serene silence with wondrous ease Through heavy haze my [...]