I'm sorry for the lonely,
I'm sorry for the mad.
I'm sorry for the poor,
For the things they ever want.

I'm sorry for the hungry,
I'm sorry for the bad.
I'm sorry for the rich,
Never contented of what they had.

I'm sorry for the fool,
I'm sorry for that lad,
For that girl who trusted him
For his gift of broken heart

I'm sorry for the world.
I'm sorry for those blood,
I'm sorry for these sins,
Oh please forgive me God.



© **Leigh Herondale

She assumed it was commitment
But he was up for just a musement
Oh how she held him tight
All the while he played her right
Hers is a dreamy future with him
His head in the clouds, of partying and daydrem.
To him he's just another girl
To her he is her whole world.

Behind that cheerful smile
hides a very sad girl.

When I grow up I want to be a librarian.

I want to write and inspire the world,
My words carved in their mind
As they soar their wings and fly.
I want to be an instrument
Softly playing all the goodness of the Earth
And a reminder
That broken wings can be mended and fly again

Sometimes I wish I was Margo Roth Spiegelman
I want to be able to follow my heart and do the things I've always wanted to
I want to dance with wind
Feel the grass beneath my feet
The stars to blanket me with sparkle
And the moon to light my face
I've always wanted to run
And never look this way again
To be the captain of my own soul
Seizing all the hours of my day
I have feet because I know I wasn't meant to stay on the ground
I wasn't given wings because I know I am no angel
But I knew I was destined to fly