The wind blows wherever it pleases.
Gale-force winds to balmy breezes
Facing into whirlwind’s roar
Continuum of torture teases

Hurricane forces forging its wrath
Her name portends hysteria’s lash
Warnings on the evening news
Nowhere around her ferocious path

Brisk winds blow till unsafe outside
Exposing the truth in all false pride
Unsettled blustery feel
Every strong wind we keep inside

That long, low sound up against a wall
Each cutting wind or gusty squall
The wind-chill factor causes
Temperatures to quickly fall

Just when I felt the storm might clear
New winds arise that sharply veer
Whip apart my well-laid plan
The odyssey I held so dear

Like freedom felt the day we were born
Despite all the pain for those who mourn
Survivors have come to find
The pathway to "Shelter from the Storm" (Bob Dylan)

I lie awake each night
Long after you're asleep
I envy your restful slumber
Through salty eyes I weep

As the air thickens
I struggle just to breathe
Bowing my head in sorrow
I pray so desperately

Grant my mind solace
If my thoughts go astray
Allow my soul to carry on through grief courageously

Protect me from the pain
That haunts my every thought
Awaken my restless spirit
If my dreams become too dark

Make my heart resilient
If it shatters painfully
Teach me about patience
While I gather it piece by piece

Allow me the courage
To assemble it once again
As I try not to crush
The fragile pieces in my hand

If my strength grows weary
And I tremble at the knees
Hold my hand and steady me
So I stumble gracefully

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

Lift your face
Look to the hills
Help will come
When you ask for it.

What inspires me?

Is it beauty?
Is it sadness?
Is it destruction that makes way for a new beginning?

Is it love?
Is it hate?
Is it the yearning inside for something true?

Is it joy?
Is it despair?
Is it the hope that comes with the morning?

Is it peace?
Is it chaos?
Is it the thoughts in my head that always argue?

What inspires me?

They are all the same,
The opposite and the right;
States of mind and a place
Where I constantly fight.

What inspires me?

Hate cannot win over love:
Joy lives alongside fears;
Chaos breeds peace from above,
And beauty and sadness bring tears.

So what inspires me?
Is it everything?
Surely there has to be
One all-consuming thing.

Is it simply living?  Or living simply?
I cannot choose a one,
But life is the realm where I'll always be,
And Death has never won.

I’m running in the darkness,
Running from myself;
I’ve been running for so long now,
Myself is someone else.

Despair had my heart in pieces,
I wanted to run and hide,
But I couldn’t run away from myself
And escape all the voices inside

I’m lost without Your justice,
I’m sick without Your peace.
I’m dying without Your loving touch,
And I’m chained without Your key.

When I’ve lost my way
You’ve never lost me.
When I’m frozen in the pain
You’ve never lost me.

I will fail at everything I try to do,
‘Cause I’m nothing without You.
I only know one thing is true:
When I’ve lost my way and I’m afraid,
You’ve never lost me.
When I’ve lost my way
You’ve never lost me.
When I’m frozen in the pain
You’ve never lost me.

Secure in my possessions,
I was trying to save myself;
Discovering my weakness,
Myself was all that was left.

I covered every blemish,
Abandoned all my dreams;
Maybe if I lost myself,
I wouldn’t want to scream.

When I’ve lost my way
You’ve never lost me.
When I’m frozen in the pain
You’ve never lost me.

I will fail at everything I try to do,
‘Cause I’m nothing without You.
I only know one thing is true:
When I’ve lost my way and I’m afraid,
You’ve never lost me.
When I’ve lost my way
You’ve never lost me.
When I’m frozen in the pain
You’ve never lost me.

Can You take this mess of me?
Can I forget all I knew?
Can You build me up again?
Can I just belong to you?


You’ve never lost me, You’ve never lost me
(You’ve ne-ver lost me)
You’ve never lost me, You’ve never lost me
(You’ve ne-ver lost me)

I will fail at everything I try to do,
‘Cause I’m nothing without You.
I only know one thing is true:
When I’ve lost my way and I’m afraid,
You’ve never lost me.
When I’ve lost my way
You’ve never lost me.
When I’m frozen in the pain
You’ve never lost me.


When I’ve lost my way (You’ve ne-ver lost me) (I'm lost without you)
You’ve never lost me. (I'm lost without you)
When I’m frozen in the pain (You’ve ne-ver lost me) (I'm lost without you)
You’ve never lost me. (I'm lost without you)

When I’ve lost my way (You’ve ne-ver lost me) (I'm lost without you)
You’ve never lost me. (I'm lost without you)
When I’m frozen in the pain (You’ve ne-ver lost me) (I'm lost without you)
You’ve never lost me. (I'm lost without you)

Gil-galad was an Elven-king,

Of him the harpers sadly sing:

The last whose realm was fair and free

Between the Mountains and the Sea.



His sword was long, his lance was keen,

His shining helm afar was seen;

The countless stars of heaven's field

Were mirrored in his silver shield.



But long ago he rode away,

And where he dwelleth none can say;

For into darkness fell his star

In Mordor where the shadows are.