Death was one foot away
until she hit the brakes

Death was one car horn away
until she hit the breaks

Death was one small scream away
until she hit the breaks

Death was whispering my name
but she hit the brakes

To sing is to laugh in a rhythm

To cry is to shed your laughter

But if you cannot laugh or cry,

can you still sing?

Far away, in long long while
We were held in Ecinxile
They tortured us
We screamed and cried
Traitors stole, or so they lied

Corruptness swept through castle grey
Always felt, but seen in haze
Longing for some kind of change
But no hope left among this age

No birds, no trees, no joy it seems
Can fill the void
That sadness leaves
Unactive stages never run
This tremor of death had begun

A lark inside the tallest tree
Keeps my heart under it's wings
Forever on goes your reply
So underneath this tree I lie

This ballad that I sing to you
Will always be fully true
I'm for you, and you for me
In sadness of this melody

For no one knows what life may bring
So all you can do is sing

Uneven I fly
In the dead of night
Zig zagging towards the moon
Then I disappear
Until you catch my eye
And zoom into hysterical *silence

All the creatures stop in quell
To listen to your feeble smell
Of all the fear down in your heart
Down, down in the deepest part

The moonlight yells,
The starshine screams
And tries to unknot the seams
Those tight seams divide in two
Your heart that won't give in to you

Though this song might never end
If you ever need a friend
The hope that never shows itself
Lives in your eyes, and there to help

As I watch the world being help captive by dreams that can never be fulfilled in this life, chasing the darkness and everything that surrounds all the emptiness hidden inside. Well I won't stop showing this hope that is holding this passion so deep in my heart to tell all the world of Your love and affection and the plan that You've had from the start. So I will continue to fight, until the world comes alive.

                                                                           - Jeremy Camp

He sat inside his shopping cart
underneath his favorite tree
As a pine needle fell by his head
He thought about how
Christmases used to be

The Christmas tree decorated
with tinsel, ornaments, and candy canes
And Christmas morning discovering bright packages
filled with little toy planes

But he snapped back to reality
away from memories too painful to recall
so he gathered up the plastic bags
and slept amongst them all

Soaking in the soulless sunshine
revel in the resistant rays
severed soul searching sometimes
devil of our darkest days

Magic of the mortal moonbeams
truth traded for more tries
solace of the son soon streams
as the darkest devil dies