My body is young,
But my soul is not,
I'm trapped in a modern world,
But my heart longs for the past.

I see a world where things are done without technology,
I see a world where talking face to face is important,
I see a world where religion means more than going to church once a year,
I see a world where nature is more beautiful in person than through a screen,
I see a world where quiet is beautiful,
I see a world where I fit in with people that are older than me,
I see a world where music should be made and not bought,
I see a world where cursive is more elegant than a computer font,
I see a world where pictures are printed and hung up instead of shared through a device,
I see a world where letters are written to show that you care,
I see a world where people care more about others than about money,
I see a world where a deep conversation means more than laughing,
I see a world where making the right choices matters,
I see a world where I belong.

But i'm stuck,
I'm stuck in a place that is nothing like how I see the world.
I'm stuck in a generation that doesn't fit my heart.
I'm stuck in a school with people that have forgotten about morals.
I'm stuck in a world where the simple things in life no longer matter.
I'm stuck in a materialistic place.

Through my eyes, the world is falling apart at the seems,
But very few can see the damage,
My eyes have seen the simpler times of which I long for again,
But I'm trapped somewhere that I don't belong.

I was so angry, running scared
until she caught me unaware

an angel fallen from above
that taught me how to live and love


before her I was filled with hate
I blamed each circumstance on fate

it took me far too long to see
that she always believed in me


so I approached her, acting tough
I don't know how she called my bluff

she seen the heart I tried to hide
behind all of my foolish pride


so I tucked tail and ran away
but she still found me anyways

seemed all I'd lost, in her I found
she helped me turn my life around


now I'm no longer running scared
for anything I am prepared

she filled my empty heart with love
and gave me strength to rise above


she even tore out all the hate
and helped me realize my fate

and now I think I finally see
why she would not give up on me


and if all that was not enough
she broke me down and made me tough

she stripped away my foolish pride
and showed me what I tried to hide


she tied me down and set me free
in her I found serenity

and all I lacked, in her I found
so I will never let her down

Please excuse me for my days of doubt
On these days I have to write it out

Otherwise these feelings stay inside
Get down in my soul and hide

Then eat away all my will
In this these feelings are very skilled

The foster thoughts of death and release
They are definitely a cunning thief

But when I write on these days, it's not for sympathy
It's just to get out all the intensity