Sing me a song full of love
Sing me a song full of hope
Sing me a song filled with life,
not goodbyes like the song in your eyes

I have always been true
Even when I knew the same
was not returned from you
Optimism hurts when
reality's much worse
Naivete scars later on

But happiness comes
at the most unexpected times
Or maybe there's a reason for yours
One that I ignore
until my head becomes sore
Because all I want to hear is your voice

Sing me a song full of love
Sing me a song full of hope
Sing me a song filled with life,
not goodbyes like the song in your eyes

Sometimes I can feel your pain
But it's fleeting, leaving me wandering
Oh no, here we go again
Ups and downs, you spin me
around until I can't think straight

Disorientation can be a lovely medication
For the heart's tribulations
Until you realize
That's all you'll ever feel

Sing me a song full of love
Sing me a song full of hope
Sing me a song filled with life,
not goodbyes like the song in your eyes

One more week until I'm home
Will you be there? Or has someone
else stolen your life?
Mine will go on either way,
one choice just hurts more at the
end of the day

You parted from me
Stoic as can be
And I sit by myself to figure
What it was all about
I may never know, but one last time
would you please

Sing me a song full of love
Sing me a song full of hope
Sing me a song filled with life,
not goodbyes like the song in your eyes

Humanity is losing the fight.
Moving toward a dismal place,
Giving up on what is right.
There's more to it than black and white,
Watch indifference creep over a collective face
Humanity is losing the fight.

The storm is closing in with a winter's bite
God is a lawyer, building His case
He's giving up on what is right.
Soldiers battle and prove their might
The planet morphs into a spinning military base
Humanity is losing the fight.

Wishing to be like birds, to soar in flight
Imaginary machine, with a button labeled "Erase"
It is giving up on what is right.

Hurry or the glimmer will vanish in the depths of night
No time for steady pick up the pace
Humanity is losing the fight.
Giving up on what is right.

I go to great heights to prove myself
Anger is kept inside, it is too personal for the world's eyes

I exercise caution with each interaction
My presence is barely felt
A gentle reminder that life is not always gentle

I am a pronoun in the vast language of people
Many worries can eat away at a heart, so I choose just one

I am an incarnation of an idea that even I cannot pinpoint
My intention is to be happy
I shudder at the cliche

I am not conservative, although I may seem that way
It is an attempt to blend in
Complications, bumps in the road
These frustrate, even infuriate, me

I require absolutes. Uncertainty destroys
Robot life would be magical
Emotion is for the weak

I try not to preach, only listen
Ideas are nothing more than words strung together
These strings become puzzles for your enjoyment

I love you, but not in that way.
You're a friend. A good friend and nothing more.
We share stories, secrets, laughs, interests, and time.
So much time, yet it isn't nearly enough. Not the same.
Your words come through a screen because you're too far away from me.
But distance doesn't matter. Your face is pressed into my memory and it never leaves.

I think of what could be, but then I stop. Why complicate this?
You're still here for me. You're sweet like that. A true friend.
We have a lifetime to keep it up. We talk every day.
So why do I wonder what you're doing and who you're with more often than I should?
Your choices have nothing to do with me. That's tough. I want them to include me.
But I continue this way because I have some of you. Some is better than none.

I want to be in your life. Really in it. Living it with you.
You're more important to me than I can let on. You'll see through me.
We don't exist as we. There's you. And me. It sounds stupid, but there is a difference.
So I pass the time and try to distract myself.
Your day is the same length as mine. I'd still bet mine is longer.
But we live our separate lives together. It's ok. We're friends and nothing will ever change that.
I love you in that way. The thought makes me bubble with joy and tear up from pain.

Isn’t it funny how as we age, we need less sleep?

Babies’ lives consist of it. Their time is infinite.

Children need many hours to rest growing bodies and minds. They have a different and separate life to live.

Maybe adolescents and adults do it to escape the hassles of daily life. They have lived long enough to expect struggle and uncertainty.

The elderly sleep less than everyone else. The clock ticks away what remains of their lives.

Dreamland dwindles as their time on earth fades. Tired eyes and tired hearts are what are left.

We love sleep, we dream in sleep.

Have their dreams been found and achieved, or do they float away with lost souls?

We love sleep, we hope in sleep.

Do their lives end when bodies fail, or are they just beginning?

We love sleep, we search in sleep.

Can they reconnect with loved ones, like in a fairy tale, or never see their faces again, as if in a nightmare?

We love sleep, we rest in sleep.

Do their cares melt away, or do their minds become crazed, like restless legs in the night?

We love sleep, we pray in sleep.

Is there a God they meet in Heaven, or an evil Devil in Hell?

We love sleep, we work in sleep.

Do they have room for regrets, or has all their energy been expended?

We love sleep, we die in sleep.

Is there a point at which they know, and go peacefully with no resistance, or do they refuse to acknowledge, fighting bitterly?

We love sleep, we live asleep.

Did they realize in life that they were asleep the whole time, passive pawns in a big world, or did they know enough to be awake, because a far longer, unknown sleep would follow?