You look in my eyes,
And you try to see
What is shallow
And what is deep

You don't know why
My cheeks are red
From laughing hard
Or crying in bed

I seem so cheerful
And I am
But when you're not looking
I look down again.

Who am I, truly,
You wish to know
You cannot ask me
For I would say, "No,

"I am no one
To call by name
And deserve not
Glory or fame."

I don't doubt you know
The way I feel
But when you see me
It feels more real.

****** knuckles
****** wall
****** fingers in the hall

Hand sweep hair
Hair sweep face
Someone trying to erase

Loving heart
Bleeding soul
Handled rough and broken whole

Coping mind
Angry eyes
No one ever should tell lies

Could he be
Someone Loved
Precious in God's hand above?

Look at us,
We don't know who we are
With our heads in the clouds 
And our eyes on the stars

Look at us,
We won't get very far
With our heads in the clouds
And our eyes on the stars.

When I was a child
I was pretty wild
But nothing compares to the day
I decided I had say

Growing up I did right
Tried to follow stoplights
But sometimes I would just give up
Never found a perfect love

Tryna find out who I am
Realizing I don't know anythin'
But when I'd try to be something
I'd never have just what I need

Look at us,
We don't know who we are
With our heads in the clouds 
And our eyes on the stars

Look at us,
We won't get very far
With our heads in the clouds
And our eyes on the stars.

We're so young, we don't know
Who we are or what we hope
We are the future, we are the sound
Of innocence taking a turn around

So we look to the stars and we look to the sky
One hundred reasons not to care why
Sailin' on a cloudtop
Waitin' for the rainstop
Who knows where we are
Who we are
Why we're here and

Look at us,
We don't know who we are
With our heads in the clouds 
And our eyes on the stars

Look at us,
We won't get very far
With our heads in the clouds
And our eyes on the stars.

I wander through these ancient halls
Of marble and of stone
    Lost inside
    without a guide
I tread these halls alone.

I try to understand these walls
With carvings and reliefs
    Tow'ring kings
    and beasts with wings
I ponder these strange motifs.

I marvel at how great and tall
These pillars and statues are
    They look to the sun
    to count one by one
The days divided by stars

As I walk, I feel so small
These chambers seem to hold me
    I take a deep breath
    and the only sound left
Is the echo I make unfolding.

What if the sky was golden brown
And the grass was russet red?
What if the curling, twining boughs
Of trees were blue instead?

What if my hair was purply grey
And my eyes were orangy pink?
The world would simply carry on
With inverted colors, I think.

If love was a feeling
It would be everywhere
The sun and trees and grass and bees
There would always be love in the air.

If love was convenient
Then it would be easy to love
Easy to love, easy to leave
Life would never get rough

If love was just effortless
Then it would not mean much
You wouldn't try hard, it wouldn't be part
Of the life-changing motion of love.

If love wasn't worthwhile
Hatred would be much more common
Rewards of kindness would be lost behind us
And no one would care if you loved them.

If love wasn't painful
Then it could never grow you
You couldn't be cut to get out of your rut
And nothing would ever caution you.

If love wasn't so wonderful
It would be something else
Like apathy or ignorance, distrust or pride,
Love wouldn't be worth it.

Chasing tails, erasing fails
The world is out to get you
What if this was just a risk
That you could really  live through?

Walking along, a sunny day
Just a boy and his dog
Smiling, laughing, barking, skipping
Further and further along.

Following behind her boy
The faithful puppy trots
She would follow him anywhere
Through all the shady spots.

As the road gets rougher
The boy knows she should go
She can't follow him forever
But his little puppy doesn't know.

He'll see her tomorrow
'Go home, girl,' he says
His puppy doesn't understand
She happily stays.

Stopping, the boy turns,
'Go home, girl!' he cries
Confused, the puppy stops
And looks into his eyes.

"Go!" he shouts, louder now
His dog winces at his voice
He doesn't want her to get hurt
So he has no choice

Throwing a stone, he runs at her
"Get out of here!" he shouts
And away runs his precious dog
Hurt and stunned with doubts.

She'll be alright, he knows
Her feelings they will heal
Next time she will know
His anger was not real.

Go the distance
   walk the mile
But don't forget
   to walk with style.