Buried - Ché Aimee Dorval

You don’t stand so tall

That I can’t throw you over

Oh, the waste

Of your head and shoulders

Let it rest

So others light might shine

It’s a fight through all your noise

What a fight…

On through the sea

Of voices drowning me

I get lost and left behind

On through the sea

Of egos crowding me

I get buried every time

Tooth and nail we fought

Fist to fist, we came to this

Just to halt on a dime

And our body’s purpose

Still governed by

Those who’s bodies don’t

Share our designs

Oh, our bodies

On through the sea

Of voices drowning me

I get lost and left behind

On through the sea

Of egos crowding me

I get buried every time