With this pen, I paint an image of you.
Not a portrait, but a true portrayal of you.
The ink flows into words that dance across your hair.
The end of each sentence marking a cross that you bear.

A painting would be suitable for some.
With beautiful colors, cascading down on you from above.
But, those colors mearly hide the truth behind your smile.
With the right shade of light and a light smear, it becomes a cosmetic fix for a while.

My words flow through every crack and fill every shadow.
They bring all light to the surface, for the reader to see within the shallows.

The image of you that I create can be vivid and great.
But with this pen, my words can also design your fate.

You see the truth here is that my words hold all truth.
They leave no place for lies to hide, with each word holding proof.

In the readers eyes, my words are you…
With this pen, I can create you…
With this pen, I can finish you...

- Brandon K. Stephenson

Let my words crystalize before your eyes as you memorize these lines.
Visualize my voice clearly as it recites.
Repeating in your mind.
Realize i am with you, by your side as you watch this Sunrise.

Angel, be kind, grow wise.
Always see the smile behind the fright,
The kiss behind the bite,
And the light beyond the night,  

May you clearly see trust behind the lies, And truth between the lines.
Ignite a candle and let its light become your guide .
Let the glow brighten your path as the fog clears from your sight.
If it hurts, let my memory dry your tears and my strength become your might.

Darling, never be afraid, let your dreams take flight.
Release your hopes, your disires into the sky.
Your wings will carry you as you fly.
So sing this lullabye softly, as you close your angel eyes.

- Brandon K. Stephenson

A powerful darkness grows in the sky.
A sudden flash of lightning blinds your eyes.
The deep sounds of Thunder ring through your ears.
As the wind begins to howl enlightening your fears.

You watch as the trees dance with the wind
You watch limbs fall as they sway and bend.
The sound of rain falling on the tin overhead
Grows  louder with each breath you breathe in.

Water covers the roads, as creeks overflow.
You worry and pray for the people you know.
Holding your children close around a lone candles glow, four silent prayers are carried up with the winds as the storm continues to grow

Windows break and the rain blows in,
Stinging your face as its blown by the wind.
You ask God to shield your children tonight. You pray that He has a hand over their lives.

Then, just as you seal the prayer with "amen", the chaos outside grows quiet as quickly as it began,
You listen carefully but everything is silent until the faint  sound of sirens in the distance breaks through the thick silence.

Stepping over broken glass, your eyes glance outside.
Through the tears and the dirt, horror floods your eyes,
Your once crowded neighborhood, lies bare with no houses in sight.

Of all the surrounding homes, yours alone survived.
Those four silent prayers were heard through  all the Hell and the fright.
And once again four are prayers sent.
This time spoken, all but silent.

A few little white rocks,
Stuck in our tires.
A couple old beer cans
Turning black in the fire.
We live our lives simple and free.
Raised to say grace.
And trust me,
we believe.

We clear our thoughts,  
Down old dirt roads.  
Always coming home
Before momma's supper got cold.
We respect our elders
We fight for family.
If you mess with my  kin,
You're messing with me.

"Living in sin is a sure ticket to hell"
Momma would say,
With her Bible in hand
Scolding us well.
We listened carefully
As she spoke of God
Learning about worship
And the price of his blood.

Our parents raised us knowing
The consequence of sin.
There's a price we must pay
For our evil ways in the end.
So we continue living life
The way we were raised.
As Southern Christians,
Remaining thankfull to Him
For each passing day.

- Brandon Stephenson

Baby dont cry.
Cause I'll be ****** if this is goodbye.
Lift your head, hold it high.
Because girl.
Ill always be here, here by your side.

Dry your tears.
Look my way.
Hold my memory everyday.
Let my smile be your embrace.
Let my hands erase your pain

Feel my warmth,
Hear my song.
Girl, you know...
You are not alone

I will hold you tight,
As this snow falls.
I will warm your body
As this winter thaws.

Dont cry,
Baby...
Dry those eyes.
I'll hold you close, every night

If days grow dark.
And you cant go on.i
Let my presence,
Keep you strong.

You will never...
Never, be alone.
I will never...
Never, let you fall.
Baby, dont cry.

Let the color change in your eyes.
In the night ill be your light
If you're scared ill hold you tight.
A tear wont fall, without a fight.

So baby dont cry...
If you're down, i'll lift you high.
Because baby, you're my angel...
And you deserve to fly.

I saw sparks fly in her eyes
As her eyes melted mine.
Her hand in my hand,
Our pulse, dropping like a bass line.
Our hearts, bumping  like a drum line
Our shadows dancing in my truck lights.
You sang along with every song.
Im falling hard in the dark, beneath that old pine.

Girl, The way you move,
Has me wanting to hold you tight.
And love you baby all night.
Non-stop,
Feeling your body pulsing up against mine.
All night,
Working your body until the Sun rise.

Cause... girl you got,
Emerald waves crashing
In your green eyes.
Little crystal, rain drops falling,
As your hair dries.

We fight the fire inside, until it feels right.
I lay you down, turn the lights down low and the speakers up high.
I let the steam settle,
A little,
Before I make the heat rise.
You let my hands explore your body,
Slowly,
While I blow your mind.

I lift the tempo,
Gently.
Watching your pleasure rise.
You wrap your legs around mine
While i hold you tight,
We catch our breath together,
Silently.
Looking up at the sky.
Our hearts beating to the rythmn, of the crickets, as they cry.


Cause...girl, you got,
Emerald waves crashing
In your green eyes.
Little crystal, rain drops falling,
As your hair dries
Taking your breath, your chest pressed against mine.
Stealing your innocence,
While you stole my heart that night.

Running after school, through the woods, to the creek.
Happy and as free as the mud on our feet.

We would explore and crack jokes until the sun went down,
Never having anything to worry about in our little town.

We were always together, rarely away from each other.
We were more like best friends, too close to be brothers.

We would fight until we couldn't fight anymore,
Whether we were fighting ourselves, or the kids next door.

I miss our long talks when we were alone.
Just drinking a few beers and listening to songs.

You didn't have to end your life so soon.
I understand things were hard, but I was there to help you through.  

I miss you man and I wish you were here.
But until we meet again, I'll sit right here, remembering the good times, as I drink a beer.

-Brandon Stephenson