What went through your mind, oh Wondrous Creator
When as baby Jesus you let out your first cry
Did you know at that moment you were the Savior
Of this fallen world and all of mankind

Did you recognize your mother Mary
And see her as Your special child
Only you God at such tender a moment
Could give us your all at such tender a time

Did your first sight at creation astound you
As you looked through the blur of finite
From the beginning you'd always seen clearly
In the presence of your Fathers light

Did the warmth of God's Spirit surround you
As the December chill settled over the land
Were you holding the hand of the Father
In the transition from Son of God to son of man

When you heard the first bleat of the lambs
Were your thoughts on being the shepherd of man
That would lead all those gone astray
Did you already know of that day

These are questions that I tend to ponder
On the greatest gift the world's ever known
I will praise you for all of the wonder
The first Christmas that your love, my Savior was born

She dreamt of sunken people who spoke of hope
And iron hearts who bled empathy
Hunger that fed on peace
War which longed to unite with life
Immortal ethics set in practice
Children who never escaped childhood
Flowers that refused to die
And love which was incapable of lies
She dreamt of dreams coming true
But awoke to a full blown strife
Still she believed with all her might

I am everything
And I am nothing.
I am big
And I am small.
I am frightened
And I am brave.
I am empty
And I am whole.
I am happy
And I am sad.
I am strong
And I am weak.
I am lonely
And I am fulfilled.
I am optimistic
And I am cynical.
I am hopeless
And I am hopeful.
I am right
And I am wrong.
I am selfless
And I am selfish.
I am lost
And I am found.

I am ironic.
I am not quite psychotic.
I am oxymoronic.

I am me.

What you call free
sounds like crap!
What I call free,
well.. we just can't have that.
It's not like we can run away on our own.
So is there ever a place we can really call a home?
With one issue,
causes another.
I'm tired of this world
lets create one better!
I'm sure people really wouldn't mind that,
but who's gonna be the one who gets shot in the back?
We try to express ourselves over music like, pop and rap
but, like a wise women once said.
"Ain't no body got time for that."
So is anyone out there gonna take a stand?
While I'm the one out here who's raising my hand.
With my fist held high
I reach to the sky
Join me my friends
to surely make this to an end!
We have the power to change our world,
but we need to do it together,
with every boy and girl.
For the future is within our hands!
All we need to do, is just think of a master plan.

So much happening
you look to the sky,
the wind blows
you float up high.
No control
you think you'll die,
for only a second
but then you realize,
not a moment passes
that struck you with fear.
opening up your mind,
to new ideas,
And when the moments right
you'll begin to fall
with one tumbling motion
and no remorse at all.
The ground will shake ,
and the wind shall  blow,
but all that matters,
is at least you know
*That sometimes you'll hit an all time low,
But it only leads you to where you need to go.