Tennessee, San Diego,
Atlanta, Central Park,
California, San Francisco,
Let's do this, ORLANDO!

Yeah, how many places?
How many lives?
And to think we grew up,
What a waste of time.

Don't you think it's time to change?
From all our childish ways?
What kind of point you think you're making?
You say it's against what you believe in?

And before you take a step,
Before you open that mouth,
Isn't it kinda ironic?
What you've become now?

**** your way to heaven.
That's what you think will happen, right?
Look how much you've  been driven,
By hate and pointless crimes.

Isn't it kinda ironic?
Isn't it just too funny?
How we're trying hard to freeze,
What we think is ice?
Just take your time to think,
Are we really wise?

'Sinning' is what they're doing?
Take a look in the mirror.
You say love is a crime,
When you're committing m u r d e r.

Well, we will fight together,
Together, we were created,
We're all children of God,
No one deserves to be hated.
They're the same as you,
They're the same as us,
Oh forget it! LOVE is LOVE,
Who cares about gender?

Pitter patter, Pitter patter,
Mr. Rain, why won't you come?
Our Earth is dry,
So please come by,
We spent too long in the sun.

Pitter patter, Pitter patter,
Mr. Rain, it's been so long.
Our crops will die -
Without your smile,
So sing your favourite song.

Pitter patter, Pitter patter,
Drip, Drip and Drop.
Drum your rhythm,
To utmost presicion,
And never, ever stop.

WEIGH ANCHOR!
LOWER THE SAILS!
It's time! It's TIME,
We leave for the day!

So long, Tortuga!
We'll be back, in a while.
But for now, its the sea,
For my crew and I.

The sun is setting,
We'll follow the stars.
Another journey,
Breaking from our bars.

The warmth that we have,
Our ship, our Family.
The 'Arabella' sails out,
To the Hearth of the sea.

A candle shines
brighter than a million stars
when its close enough.

Don't think
you have to light up the sky.
For it's enough
if you make one smile.

ACT ONE.
Aren't we tied?
Pulling strings,
To make us smile.
A deed of ease,
We struggle to do.
Are we acting?
Or are we true?

ACT TWO.
Hello, Goodbye.
Words we say,
Just to be nice.
An empty void.
A gift, no card.
Are we acting?
Or are we on guard?

Hello? ... Hello? ... Oh!
It works! It works!
AHH, MY PLAN!
It FINALLY works!

Hello there, reader!
Its nice to meet you!
Finally, my bridge works.
Hi! My name is Blue.

Me and my friends-
Oops.. My friends and I,
Will tell you GREAT stories
And they'll blow your MIND!

Yellow's ones are the best,
Moral and heart.
Black's ones are scary,
Any day, I'll take a pass.

In fact, Black is logical.
Terrifyingly precise.
And Red ... Urgh, Red,
We don't fit, Red and I.

Okay, so anyway,
My stories are nice?
Let's say they're creative,
Adventurous, in my eyes.

So now that I'm done,
This is my good bye.
I hope to meet you
In another special time.

A reader is the key
to all great texts.
For without one, they're nothing.
A bare sheet, I guess.

For a reader is the one
to bring life to stories.
And without you, they're nothing,
Collecting dust as they weep.