Can we dig a path to France,
Here in the woods of Washington?
I want to take you to Barcelona,
Dance on the green hills of Ireland.
Can we set a course to the heart of joy?
Let me take you around the world.

Grab my hand and I'll grab yours,
Let us walk and live in love.

Remember homecoming night?
We were awkward.
Wouldn't look at eachother.
Laughing in my head.
Wishing we weren't friends.

Everything started to change.
My clothes were nicer,
My teeth were whiter.
I started caring about school.
My world got brigter,
The Earth got greener;

Only a girl can do this to you.

Why is there a tree?
A tree.
So green and alive.
Why is there a tree?
Sitting in cracked desert dirt.
There is no oasis.
There is no life.
So, why is there a luscious green tree?
Wait.
It's... her.
She is the tree,
My tree.
She is my life in the lifeless wasteland.
Save me.
Please save me from this wasteland....

Everyone is wearing white today.
What a strange thing to wear to a funeral,
Ah, but this is no ordinary funeral.
For my sadness died yesterday,
The same moment you walked in the room

Ah, it's that time of year!
Where we sit with relatives and friends,
Those we may or may not know.
We should all be thankful for something.
At least 1, maybe 2 things.
So.
What am I thankful for?
I'm thankful for God, art...
And the family I share no blood with.
The reason I'm here.

Thank you.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
But I don't believe that.
Because if everyone does not see you the way I see you,
This would be a sad world.

Don't tell me no,
Of course unless you want to.

Come hold my hand,
Unless you don't want to.

Please don't leave me alone,
Of course unless you want to.

One thousand shoes on the ground around me,
Filled by strange creatures,
All on their own mission.
Success?
Failure?
Up to them.
Just breath.
One more day.
One more day.
On more year.
On more year...

Life goas quick,
Death comes quicker.
By the time I open up to page one,
I'm in twelfth grade getting my diploma.
Another second passes by and I'm burying my mother.
Another hour,
My wife walks into the room.
One day passes on this speeding line,
Years of my life fly by.
Wife's in the grave; kids forgot me.
All I can do is wait.
Wait for death to come quicker.
Life is a straight line,
Not circle.

I broke my lamp and I could still see

The unexplained remained, yet I was blind

My world fell silent, I heard a shout

The unexplained remained, yet I was deaf

I was paralyzed, numb, but a touch was on my skin

The unexplained remained, yet I was senseless

The ground collapsed beneathe my feet

I stood

On You

My Rock

10,000 miles out - I decided now

I took one step back and you were there

My God

My Home

What is it, though?
Why do you smile and pierce my heart with the sweetest dagger?
Why do you sing looking down at your hands, fondling the keys, or with your eyes closed?
Just look at me; let me enjoy this moment with an awkward glance back and forth
Let me know I exist
But most importantly, say yes.

Theres nothing more worth fighting for, than the sweet poisonous touch, the sickening harmonious song, the clear mischievous feeling; Of love.

Is it real?
Is it reciprocated?
Am I too young or unwise?
Or am I feeding into false notions?