About the Painkiller

I found a passion, I found a pulse
Shared with a few on an impulse
My first song created post injury
Did meet with some cur-ios-ity

I let a few listen to the song
the few got stuck on the chosen one
Music is often lyrical expressions
Full of analogies; hidden impressions

So I put it away for another day
With music I relate; So I create
And if I may sound like a child
It tames the spirit running wild
. . . . .
When my neck took a crush
and I couldn't say much
Whatever Id say came out the wrong way
Put on the spot; Id improv a lot
With lyrics instead I had in my head

Brothers and sisters looked out for me
Kept playing music to connect with me
Twenty-four seven; higher than heaven
Hip hop and rap - love and all that
The music kept going; loud, strong & flowing
Got through to me & influenced me

Former friends, Significant others
Sisters and brothers, Kool kids and mothers
The love that you gave; a family made
The love that you showed; helped me to grow
I had to leave - maybe to greave
I found my passion, hope and compassion

What leaves you cold turns into bold
Does make you better, stronger, forever
I encountered a beautiful stream
Here is my Painkiller dream...

"Sometimes all it takes is one person to believe in you even if that one person is yourself. Follow your passion and make it happen..."

Dianca Denay