I need to ask you some things
You gonna ask me about God and the devil?
Yes
You gonna ask me how God can place such a burden on good people?
No, am gonna ask you how you still believe in a kind God after a case like this?
Has my faith shaken?
Yeah mhmmh it is
It is?
Yeah i'll go home tonight, I'll lie in bed, I'll toss & I'll turn & I'll beat myself up, I'll question everything
Will you get your faith back?
Always have in the  past
So you have faith that you will retain your faith?....
.........
Why?
Because......the sun will come up and tomorrow is a new day
I know that feeling
Really? You know what it feels like to get your faith back?
When I see  facts and I'm unable to disrule the cause my faith in reason and consequences is shaken
Then what happens?
2 + 2=4
I put sugar in my coffee and it tastes sweet
The sun comes up because the world turns
These things are beautiful to me
They are mysteries I will never understand
But everywhere I look I see  proof that for every fact there's a corresponding cause
Even if I cant see it
I find that reassuring
Then life is good again?
Life is very good

Something about anger,
tears apart my soul.
Progressively tightens my chest,
how can people be so cold?

Feel my lungs collapse,
under the weight of the hate.
Takes my heart and chains it down,
and these chains, I can't break.

Something about anger,
how it eats at my soul.
Turns bones into ashes,
turns the heart black as coal.

How I pity the man,
who turns love into hate.
He surrenders to evil,
his soul to take.

Something about anger,
makes me love even more.

If there was an orchard in my lungs,
You left me with not a single breath of air ,
When you danced into the room,
I wondered from what garden did you bloom,
Something close to eden, holy treasure,
And I want to learn about your dreams,
What are your thoughts on the rain?
Do you love the ocean the same way I do,
What do you think of when you see the moon,
Forgot about december and July's burning sweat,
Didn't even know the sound of your name,
All the music in my arms couldn't do it justice,
But I held my tongue,
Took all the sunlight when you hurried home,
Still think about what could've been

A soldier, on the verge of giving up
Once proud, arrogant, and war ready
Now torn, battered, and stuck
His aim no longer steady
And his voice no longer crisp
He was once a proud man!
But now, he feels as if he's only a wisp.

The war had taken its toll
The soldier had grown weary
he is no longer whole
And his eyes had become teary

He doesn't want to fight
It is a war he cannot win
The man who was once a soldier
Had now lost his thick skin

The woman he had loved
no longer feels the same
The war is over
And another soldier is left in shame