We are trapped
trapped into a machine of cogs, gears, and steel
We have no choice but to enter
it tosses us, hurts us, scares us
It forces us to conform into a fake tragedy

Society...it chews and spits us out
We're all just outsiders looking for a way in
We want to "fit in"
but what really is fitting in?

A satanic monster society is
built on hate and distrust
why not love and care
instead of bomb after bomb after bomb

Oh nuclear war you say
sure go ahead let's fund it!
What about education?
Our future thrown away because of greed

Greed of power
what is power?
is it money

I might not know much
but I believe

I believe in love
in human connection
in forgiveness
in hope

So maybe while you try to fit in
into this box
I will sit back as an outsider
of society

and I will dream...

Her daddy always said, "run...keep running...don't stop!"
Sweet smiles, beauty, and vibrant summed her up
She wanted nothing more than to appease
Perfect complexion and down to earth
At least that what we saw....
run...keep running...don't stop
She lived by her daddy's words
Underneath, she wanted nothing to do with herself
Empty and cold were her insides
She didn't hate herself because a perfect girl like that can't hate
She was depressed but she didn't know it
She had the world at her finger tips or so we thought
she ran...kept running...didn't stop...
but this time
she jumped!

I'm a dreamer,
I dream for a day where we choose love over hate.
I hurt for those who hurt,
I'm no better than the rest...
They say shoot for the stars,
but why?
Why shoot for stars?
Why not shoot for galaxies?
They say our brokenness makes us ugly,
To me our cracks, chips, smudges
define us
unite us
they are us
We are a broken mirror
Love is our glue
When we love; we fix; we heal
If we can love; we can glue
with our broken mirror and glue comes beauty
Its art
For now I can only dream
Dream for acceptance and love
Our love redeems, but our meanness kills!

I lept with my back towards the wind
Now I creep cautiously
I jolted in front of the entire pack
Now I distance myself far behind
My smile was a burst of light from the sun
Now it only serves as mask of the hurt
I loved to live
All I want now is to live for love
Love that was there
Is now the love that's gone

It was a warm spring day
in the month of May
When a letter flew into my window sill
nosy I was but oh my it was such a thrill

Mysterious, unopened, and coffee stained
Oh how I tried to restrain
I peered out
curious to see if anyone was about

I lived on a country farm
I gazed o'er the fields and their charm
Slowly I opened the letter with grace
and made sure I did it without haste

I am old and forgetful now
but if I remember the letter talked of a vow
A vow of one's love
and the man who orchestrated it from above
It did say, "always have faith"
and "try to give it more than an eighth"
Even if only an eighth of courage, of strength, and yes strangely fear
For with that eighth HE holds your life dear

I distinctly remember it signed up real nice
For a moment I doubted if I should ever read it twice
It made me reflect on the life HE gave me
But as HIS child I realized I'm free

Days when I swing under the ole' willow tree
I remember how I'm filled with glee
That letter flying in the wind was so odd
Yet it's coming back to me--Oh yes!
It was signed by the one and almighty God.

i forgave and waited
and waited
and waited
for a change
there was no change
just disappointment
so i told myself to believe
believe in the one who hurt me the most
and try again to forgive them
stupid me
stupid me
i did it anyway
i forgave
never got an apology
an explanation
or a change
im done forgiving
i may sound cold
heartless
brutal
but how can you be
happy
enthused
and whole
when youre
broken
weak
and disappointed
now im disappointed
but i refuse to forgive any longer
i forgave and waited

I try to live up to expectations.
I'm told trying isn't good enough only success.
I only have a small problem,
Whose expectations am I living for?