Why so sad my morning angel
did the darkness clip your wings
pull your heart down here from heaven
to settle where the reaper sings.

Why so sad my pretty blossom,
see your weakened petals fall
once you ruled the wildflower hillside
with hope and wonder for us all.

Please lift your heart and sing a lovesong
sing of aching burning need,
sing of limbs entwined and stirring
hidden places, planted seed.

Won't you lift your song to heaven
spread your wings and count to ten
'cause lingering deep within your passion
is where I found my soul again.

I am an addict
And I wish
It was to something
Simple
Like drugs
Or alcohol
But
Unfortunately
It is to my
Sadness
And that
Has no
Cure

love is believable
in every moment of exhaustion
in every heartbroken home
in every dark spirit,
the meaning unfolds...

...in every night that sings
of tomorrow. in every suicide
i carry deep inside my head.
in every lonely smile
that plays across my lips.
love is believable i tell you,
in every scrap of history,
in every sheen of want.

what can be wrong
that some days i have a tough time
believing.
and in each chamber of my heart
i pray.

Sometimes I want to be alone
Away from the others
With their judge mental eyes
Or tendency to smother

I want to be different
To stand out or apart
I want to express all that's in this foolish heart

Don't care for approval
Want to stir things up
Make them think or wonder
What the ....

I don't understand
Why I'm afraid
I'm a religious girl
I believe in the lord
He died for me
And yet I still continue to do wrong
In church I watch as people
Open up to our creator
And I sit and
Do nothing
For some odd reason
I am afraid to know
And to have a relationship
With our lord
I'm afraid to get to know him
But why?
How can I be afraid of something so good?
Why am I afraid of to get know something that will not hurt or disappoint me.
Im confused and lost
I know why I'm afraid
Of the bad things
But why am i afraid of something
That I know with everything in me
Is completely good and will not hurt me?
I cannot not grasp on an explanation

When I grow up
I don't want to be
Famous
Rich
Known
Or the center of  attention
I want to be
helpful

I'd like to be
A psychologist
But not just any
Psychologist
I'd like to be a
Juvenile Clinic Psychologist

You see child therapists
Seem to avoid
Troubled kids in juvenile
But not one child
Ever deserves to be ignored
All children are special
Yes they may have a past
And yes
They may be troubled
But aren't we all?

But you know what
Please continue
To ignore these kids
So then I can be the one to help them
I always have been selfish

Please continue
To ignore these kids
Because you probably had a nice childhood
I never did
So I can relate to these troubled kids
And I can be the one who's helpful
That is all I want anyways
Is to help children
They need it the most

They said that heartbreak is only emotional pain,
but I saw the symptoms of shock in the mirror,
lips so pale as to blend in with my skin colour.

I felt dizzy, nauseous, could feel both the thunder of my heart and it's slowness.
Yes, heartbreak is real, as real as the strength of one's heart.

Or do I mean soul?

But what is broken may always be mended,
and I'm feeling a lot better now,
and I hope you are too.

At what age did you lose your compassion?

I like to think that each star collects a moment
A moment that we have
So then they can tell stories
Wouldn't it be nice to have a statue of us?
So then we could place it in the stars
It would be amazing
At night everyone would look at the stars
And you know what they'd see?
They'd see **the story of us