Mandy Monroe
An autobiographical poem
By Sherry Bach
Mandy Monroe was born to a woman who didn't have much sense
It was hard for her to get along growing up from the other side of the fence
With clothes too small, no social skills and not enough to eat
She was dragged around from place to place and set up for defeat
But no-one realized the strength she'd find from the music in her head
Quietly singing words in the dark as she lay in a borrowed bed
Songs were her constant and the solace that she'd need
To see that truth doesn't lie and to show her all she could be
She learned that memories better forgotten could be erased by a melody
And hard times could be easier if music was given the victory
So she sang:
Angel of evil, take your crushing blow
Go use it on someone else, I'm on to you and I know
The bad you sought has turned to good
You've got nothing left to prove
Stealing hope from my soul is something you just can't do
Mandy vowed to cling to the rhythm that gave her strength to breathe
She knew it would all work together but not sure where it would lead
As the meters flirted with the words and gave life to a new song
Mandy learned the path she was shown as a child was all wrong
Now she knew what she wanted but wasn't sure what to do
But she trusted through the music she'd figure out where, when and who
Then late one night she finally met, a man that she could trust
He's been by her side ever since and the gold never turns to rust
The music hasn't ended yet and in fact it overflows
From Mandy's heart to another, where it gives peace and grows
And she sang:
Angel of evil, take your crushing blow
Go use it on someone else, I'm on to you and I know
The bad you sought has turned to good
You've got nothing left to prove
Stealing hope from my soul is something you just can't do
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