He lost his dad
Hold onto his hand so he doesn't run
He lost his dad
With the rubble smothering the color of the sky in war.
He lost his dad
Caught sight of the coffin the pain worse than an eight year hangnail.
He lost his dad for God's sake
Could we really say that name in a time like this without a taste of guilt?
He lost his dad
Turn and down half a bottle of alcohol and then tuck him in tonight
Quick, we're running out of paper
He lost his -
The super hero got a little close to the waves and didn't know how to swim
His super hero got too many of these corrupted crazy villians to fight off
And now the hero needs saving while we sit and turn away
He was already under when we look at the empty silhouette panicking
He lost his dad
His super hero

Maybe I cry so much because this time it's for something
Real.
And I've always played 'that' part until it
Molded to me and now I'm not acting.
Not been pushed this much in my life now
That my legs are dragging and I'm drooping over.
Scrambling to word it right and make change
Happen.
Unaware that this cause could go up in flames and
Take me with it.
Peel off this red, white and blue body because I'm
Not living *The American Dream.

Is this even worth it anymore?
One fight after another and I won't be winner.
I've shed more than enough tears and it's not ok.
Is this ever going to be worth it?
Pain trickling under and over my skin.
Maybe it's done now because I can't take more.
Is this worth it right here and now?
Challenging for respect by family and school.
Never finding where I fit in this crazy world.
Is this worth risking my safety?
I've got no reputation to guard.
Be labeled as **** regardless.
I just need to know, is it worth it?

You came up and knocked on my door
My faith in love and myself you did restore
And with this night growing longer and brighter
You held my hand tighter
through the unknown outcome of this love
We were flying so high, along the wings of a dove
And I will never stop writing
And I could never stop fighting
to make you happy
If you're ever having a bad day and feel ******.
Because this is us
And we're going to last forever
I will be safe and I will be strong wherever
I love you
8 months ago you took my hand, not knowing where we'd end up or how we'd go anywhere, yet you took my hand and then we flew <3

Even if I'm broken, I've got my heaven around me
With the blue eyes of my sky I've so gruelingly
waited in this water as my legs began to give out
Praying for this rain of mine to subside
Inside, I see the warmth of your smile under the halo
'Cause after all, only the beautiful breach Heaven's Doors
White dove etched in my wrist flew to your lips
to unlock your heart of its holy water
So please taint my blood though it's not thicker than water
Chase these chains to make this being afraid
into I'm afraid but I've got Heaven underneath me
One disasterous paradise within me that you
dig for and find my Hell is seven oceans deeper than
The sky is full_ but even if I'm broken
I've got my heaven surrounding me
as your blue eyes wipe away the crush of my tides
Please let me call you love
Because even when I'm broken
You are my heaven that surrounds me.

All that's here tonight to stop thinking about Jesus
Despite feeling unnoticed or kept from
Pronounce your Bible ashen to give your heart
a skip over tembling glass
The storm raging on with the sunny rays warm
Because yesterday was fire and their eyes were scorching
For this frosted light to remain
you must unclench the verse and etch a scripture
bleeding out your tongue's history and see that is your Bible
Go from door to door and with that burnt Bible you won't let go
Sell to preach to see how Jesus hangs bloodied after so many eyes
Scorching him sorely off that cross to make themselves strung up in the shadows of their lives that were raptured and say Jesus of Mars
So red and mysterious to conjure up a book
that we follow like ants on a chemical trail to the food source
and to worship is to be chained and to be chained is to be stripped
To be stripped is to be captured and to be captured is to blindly die
With this book resting over your urn as you wait in lline to the Heaven you were taught so heavily to scratch at your wrists to get the plot of the Bible out.
Say Jesus as you did the first summer in Church