Both hands in my pockets, a blank page tucked in my shoe,
Call it a list of every little thing I wouldn’t give for you,
Traded the city for salvation, but found neither kingdom nor crown,
We were too young for such silence, and far too old to settle down,
Now standing on a subway platform, New York buzzing overhead,
My skull sick with the ghosts off all the things we never said,
Pale skin caked with shadows, dull eyes lit low with fear,
Please bring me back to you, or any place that isn’t here.

Some changes hurts others.
Even if it's to benefit you.
Some will drag you down.
Spread rumors all around town.

If you changed your life around for the glory of you.
And others hates your views and perspectives.
Just say , "I'm following Jesus".

Maybe, you were a drug dealer.
Maybe, you was a woman selling her body.
Maybe, you was various things in society that led you wrongly.

But once, you wise up and accepted your past to change.
Let none you know formerly in your past stop you from saying...
I'm following Jesus.

His life, his path serves a purpose.
His death served a reason.

It leaves a everlasting effect upon you.

Why are thing the way they are
Why do you wish upon a star
Where do you find sweet peace of mind
And why are people so often unkind
Why do I seek what I cannot find
Why do I wish for some other time
Why do I ask why must this be
Why would you dare refuse to see
The reason the why's and why they are
Is because its right here and not too far
If you look at what you have and ask not why
your why's will decreas ...Give it a try
Now for those who may not care
I will leave you with a dare
I dare you to think, next time you ask why
And maybe just maybe....you'll look toward the sky
For maybe your answers to all of your whys
Are far far beyond the clouds in the sky