You have to wait for happiness
It'll come out of no where
And into your life
Seems so right
Seems so right

Snow is fallin
On my window
Dreamin about what I could be
Am I this?
Will I be that?
It's all left to fate
And for happiness I'll wait
Seems so right
for the rest of my life
Seems so right

When times get harder
My faith is weary
I'll just keep that dream alive
And it'll keep me goin
Goin, goin
I'll keep praying for my day to come
When you'll come for me
Only for me

Until then
I'll keep starin out my window
Looking the sea of white
I'll be alright
Alright, alright
Tonight

Thin
We are not
Chubby
We are
Self conscious
Mostly
Confident
Rarely
Is there anyone to love us big girls?

Is there anyone to look beneath our surface into the heart
Instead of just going by looks?
We are overlooked
Thought stupid
Made fun of
Because of our size
Is there anyone to love us big girls?
Even when we can't love ourselves?

Young and free
You used to be
Wild as a foal
Now, as you get old
The road home gets longer
And the hold of death gets stronger

And its avenger gets closer

A storm is brewing

Ancient and true

Rain drops fall

Thunder calls

The Son home

Shalom is coming again

He shall come to regain His throne

Upon which the Son of God will make Earth a death free zone

And souls will be tried

And bonafide

True or a lie

And will accordingly be sent

To Heaven or Hell

All will be well once again

When He comes again.

We're called the freaks,
The ones society points out,
We are the emos, the shy, the awkward, the nerds, the transgenders,
The gays and the lesbians,
To name but a few.
We aren't freaks.
We're unique!
Compared to their cookie cutter demeanor.
We make the world go 'round.
We created the formula for gravity.
We make the best music.
A normal person is limited by society.
We are free!
To express ourselves however we feel to.
So "freak,"
Is nothing to fear!
Embrace who you are!
Follow your own values!
Make something out of yourself!
And let the world judge!
Because in the end,
The only opinions that matter
Are yours (and God's)...

Young painter
Canvas
Beautiful blues, fresh fushias, sentimental sea green

Paint brushes
Soft bristles tickle the surface of the canvas
Creating a picture of pure happiness

What does it look like? Can you see it?

The painter smiles softly
Admiring his work
And leaves it out to dry

And plays a guitar smoothly

Can you hear it?

Waiting...

Lock and Key
I'll lock the rest of me
Up in a vault
There isn't much
Left to clutch

Maybe this heart of mine
Will align
Itself right
So it'll stop making mistakes
And stop the heartaches

I'll keep the key
Only to me
And show not a soul
Keep myself straight
And wait...

For Mr. Right
Not Sir Plight

Come soon

Upon the greens of yonder days
Metal clashed
Crimson poured out
These were the wars of yesterday

Bullet to chest
Body falls to empty desert
Crimson pours out
These are the wars of today

And the Crimson Viper lives on...