A New Song
maybe I’m wrong
maybe I’m right
whatever the fuck
I will never lose my sight
I will never lose my voice
though I’ve been silenced by the night
I will never give up the fight
not by power
not by might
but by the the brilliance of the light
some trust in silver
some trust in gold
some trust only in themselves
many hearts have long grown cold
but I only know one thing
maybe I’m wrong
maybe I’m right
I only sing one song
it’s what my heart longs
to never lose my sight
to never lose my voice
in this crowded world
so many are blind
so many unkind
so many keen on being mean
so many spewing out filth
so many spitting out hatred and lies
and this voice
and this heart
only longs to write this world a love poem
to pen the lyrics to a most beautiful love song
I wanna teach the world a new harmony
I wanna tell the world a new fairy tale
where happily ever after is always now and never after
EVA SANTIAGO © 2018-2024

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Hold Your Head Up!
No matter what
Hold your head up
If the wind took your hat
Hold your head up
If the rain drowned out your daisies
Hold your head up
If the moon fell out of your sky and all is pitch black
Hold your head up
If the trees fall upon the dwelling you fought so hard to obtain
Hold your head up
If someone won’t let go your Eggo
Hold your head up
If they smeared your name with bullshit lies
Hold your head up
If you gave away your dignity ’cause you didn’t know any better
Hold your head up
No matter what
Hold your head up!
Eva Santiago © 2016-2024


STRANGE CREATURES
We are such strange creatures!
We have to leave, to miss, and to be missed
We need space ,to feel closer to our loved ones
We have to give, to receive
We have to die, to live
We have to have known loss, so we can appreciate abundance
We have to have known darkness, so we can shine brightly through our being
We have to have been lost, to know the warm feeling of being found
We have to have tasted great hatred, so we can become great lovers
We have to have been buried, so we can sprout back up
We have to have been cut deeply and wide open, for blood to gush out, ushering in true healing
We have to have been cut, in order to be sutured
We have to have seen chaos, to appreciate harmony
We have to have heard cacophony, so we can hear beautiful sounds….
EVA SANTIAGO©2015-2024

DON’T DOWNSIZE YOUR LIE
People lie
That’s all there is to it
When you’ve been lied to
Don’t act like you’re gonna die
Don’t act like you ain’t never told one either
Don’t act like it’s the end of your pristine little world
Be honest:
You’ve lied before too
Faked an orgasm?
That’s a lie
Told your kids about Santa Clause?
That’s a lie
Denied things and wouldn’t face them?
That’s a lie
Broke a promise you’d swore you’d always keep?
That’s a lie too
So stop being a martyr when you catch some one in a lie
WE ALL LIE
Some tell white lies
Some tell big whopping tales
And yet we put lies on some sort of pay grade scale
When fact is: If you didn’t tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth:
YOU LIED!
So don’t make yourself feel better by down sizing your lie
The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.”
The fool says in his heart, ” I only tell white lies.”
Let’s face it: People lie
You don’t have to confess it to a priest
Chances are he lies his ass off too
He’s human just like you and me
Finally, your own truth don’t really matter…our own hearts lie too
When you stand for The TRUTH
Your own truth shrinks and scatters
L.LOVE
I.Is
E.Exiting
S.Silently
EVA SANTIAGO© 2014-2024

Things Can Never Be the Same
Things can never be the same
Oh no they can’t
Once a baby is born
It is never the same
The sun rises to kiss a new day
And that day is never the same
The sun sets to cloak the world in a comforting darkness
The moon rises to bring the night brilliance
And the sky is never the same
And the earth is never the same
A girl becomes a woman
And she is never the same
A boy becomes a man
And he is never the same
A student learns knowledge
And he is never the same
A puppy becomes a dog
And that creature is never the same
The sower casts a seed into the ground
And that seed is never the same
The seed sown germinates
And that young seedling is never the same
A rose bud blooms
And that flower is never the same
A child loses her innocence
And she is never the same
The girl falls in love for the first time
And her heart is never the same
The boy falls for her for the first time
And his heart is never the same
The girl becomes his wife
And she is never the same
The boy becomes her husband
And he is never the same
A woman becomes a mother
And she is never the same
The man becomes a father
And he is never the same
The couple has a child
And their lives are never the same
Love turns to hate
And that heart is never the same
Laughter turns to tears
And that soul is never the same
Abuse a heart
Abuse a soul
Abuse a spirit
Abuse a mind
Abuse a body
And that whole being is never the same
Eva Santiago © 2014-2024

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I’m excited to share with you my new book coming out in a few weeks…
Enjoy the PREVIEW:
When Johnny Comes Marching Home follows six young friends determined to uncover the truth behind one of America’s most controversial legends: that John F. Kennedy Jr. survived, lived under a stolen identity, and vanished from public history. Their journey unravels a web of cover-ups, identity erasure, government manipulation, and generational trauma—all told through the eyes of the man who claims to be JFK Jr. himself. As real memories resurface, so do the ghosts of a stolen childhood and a broken legacy.
Part road adventure, part political mystery, and part emotional testimony, this story challenges everything the characters—and the readers—think they know about power, history, and truth. It’s a journey that forces each of them to choose between the comfort of official narratives and the painful reality of what has been hidden.

Stolen Identity

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