No Power Over Me (Pop Genre) - lyric critique

by dave koehne
(San Diego, CA)

No Power Over Me
Potential for David Archuleta’s Anti-Bullying Campaign
©dave koehne, 2011


What on earth are you doing?
Turning these 8-hours into Hell.
My clothes, my walk, my life –
I’m mandated to be here like you.
Down in the pit the demons gather
At these killing fields called school.
Your words of slings and arrows
Pouring weed-killer upon my soul.

Chorus
I’ll take you aside to talk…
And you’ll have no power over me.
These are my 8-hours of Heaven – not the Hell you want it to be.

You tramp my spirit like a doormat
Devalue my self-worth.
It probably didn’t start that way
I’ m sorry you’re wired to hurt.
Along-the-line you were shot at too
A victim you became.
Now you put down others… in your quest for shallow fame.

Chorus
I’ll take you aside to talk …
And you’ll have no power over me.
These are my 8-hours of Heaven – not the Hell you want it to be.

I’m tucked back in the shadows
A leaf unable to grow.
Blind eyes from the board of education,
Too busy I guess to know.
I thought we’d moved beyond that
It’s time for us to meet.

Bridge
These are my 8-hours of Heaven – not the Hell you want it to be.