This is for the people who have had their dreams crushed
Bagged up and thrown away like they didn't mean much
For the boys and girls who sit in school and daydream of space and make believe
You are the real hero's
I often wondered what I dreamed of when I laid in bed
But not very often I remembered what went on in my head
And people said I wouldn't amount to much
Only just 10 months of my life given out of love
And you say I'm wasting my time
Even though this brings me closer to the finish line
All the negativity that they said to me
They look at me and I bet now they see
So please don't worry there is much out there
Just look at what I found here
And when people look down on you
They're only scared to think of what you'll amount to
This is for the people who still believe in love
Even though they've had their hearts crushed
For the ones who still hold faith in the world
You're the ones I look up to

Into the depths of the mirror he would gaze
Trying to find himself through the foggy haze
But the air was thick and it stuck in his throat
So he hit his blunt, laid back, and would ****
His mind began to wonder to the places he'd been
And he remembered how happy he was,
way back then
When the sun would always shine, and friends were always near,
When he had a women who to his heart, was dear
Sophie's laugh could brighten his day
And all the pains of yesterday would go away
They would hold hands and kiss
His life had found bliss
For he had found Sophie
And Sophie was his
He couldn't have guessed,
Sophie wouldn't live to have kids
When the masked monster broke into their house, they both hid
The mask had a quench for blood,
That only death satisfies
Poor Sophie's last love,
Would be her demise
The mans smile was swept from his face
As he realized the darkness of the place
For where he was, there was no sun
He reached across the table and pick up his gun
And just as the mask had done to Sophie,
He took a life, the finest trophy.

Drama is always on our tails;
Thank God I never learned to look behind me.

Neither too good to be pulled to heaven,
Nor too bad to be pushed into hell.
My soul tossed between the twin poles,
For I am neither a saint nor a sinner,
To be berthed in a glowing globe,
Or thrown in a blowing globule.

Heart and soul coupled and framed abode,
For a bond of a home maker and a joy seeker,
Heart is smart in loving and living in anchor,
And soul that leaves and lingers in hunger
One that enjoys known heaven at home,
And the other entangled in unknown haven.

Nay, my soul and me are one and heed to none,
Propelled we ported on a day in heaven on mission,
Grasped by a welcome drink in local ambrosia,
It looked as if we clinched at ultimate panacea,
On a jolly ride hosted in the merry Maryland.

And then pal of gloom unveiled;
No birth and no mirth to make,
No death and no change or challenge,
No hunger and no taste of food,
No thirst and no feel of quench,
No ambition and no mission to fulfill,
No identity and no entities to entice,
No kith and kin and no fun and frolic,
No home of my own and none to be homely,  
No work and no wisdom to worship oh Lord!
And what an unearthly heaven is it?
An earthly year is lost for a day in heaven.

And then I prayed, praised, pleaded and pleased,
The powers-that-be to fuse my heart and soul,
And help unearth the heaven on earth.