We will live,
In the sun burst that guides us through morning,
In the song of jubilant worship,
In the arms of the light,
In the hands
And the mind
We will live

As I couldn't ever touch without the feeling,
And I couldn't ever feel unless I know,
We will live as the dreamers of bodies,
Surrounded by shadows

We will live
In the scars of constellations,
In the beauty once wrought with despair,
In the hair of a sunrise,
In the skin
And the heart
We will live

As I couldn't ever see without your gaze,
And I'm only ever painted as your eyes,
We will live as the truth to believe in,
Surrounded by lies

Is it a crime,
If I do not rhyme?

Will I be put to jail if my metaphors are lame?
Will I be put to jail because I steal your fame?
Or my life will forever be in shame?

I borrowed your words
Well, technically not really your words

I am not a word thief
Unless the Dictionary will sue me
Unless my own mind sue me

I get lost in your kiss
                   Yet feel at home on your **lips

Stretching up tiny little fingers to the sky,
Weeping out, forcing these unsaid words into the gut,
Breaking all 206 fragments of me,
Refusing to raise the white garment that declares,
It’s not yet over,
I will soar higher.
Somewhere out of reach,
Where the eye can never meet,
But first, I’ll be sober,
From all the despair,
Take a sip of honesty, that’s all I need.

Let me steal the moonlight from your hair
and bottle it

Let me get caught in the crossfire of your thoughts
and stay there

Let me intrude upon your late night musings
and become one

Let me borrow a few strings that make up your heart
and fortify them

Oh, the things I'd lay down, sacrifice, put away for you
If only you
let me