I am a resident among stars, though I do not yet shine as brightly as they;
Among words and wonders, wandering, though not lost, still to find my way;
Among dreams unfulfilled, inheritance unwilled, love un-distilled, and a fervor un-obeyed. I am a young prince, and I am about, to come of age.
I will take the helm, I will rule a realm, and may Justice Rule my Reign.
For I am resident among stars, and 'tis my destiny to shine as brightly as they.

There are few things a man hope for
Of some, only a man can dream
The thing that I shall be known for?
In this life, I was loved by thee.

Cause it's a simple melody
Singing of the love between you and me.
It flows between us, easy, like air in the trees
We got more love than the air has leaves

Back and forth, back and forth
I'm loving you and you are loving me
A love as wide as sky, as deep as the sea

We are arrayed as an army, banners of love unfurled.
Hear the echoes of our marching, marching as to war.
Your walls wilt before us, love is burning down your door.
We'll sack your heart to save your soul, that you may live forevermore.

I am dead
Dead to the world
Comfort and unconsciousness, chains to the nether
But soon the savior comes
Resurrection is at hand
Classes, like Mary, beckon the savior's call
Morning is his cue
But I am dead
Dead to the world
The sun makes his debut
But I slap my savior on the snooze
Chains to the nether hold me tight
Mary pleads with the savior,
"The sun has passed his cue!"
Shrieking, my savior calls to me,
Shriek! Lazarus! Come Forth!
Shriek! I am pulled back from the nether
Shriek! The breath of life enters me
Chains of unconsciousness are cut
Comfort won't let go
I must find the will to live
Throw back the cover of my coffin
My grave clothes I'm still
I struggle toward the sepulcher door
Let the stone be rolled away!
Breathe deep the breath of life
Shower off the dead smell
I leave smelling if fine grave spices
Glance at my watch
Pick up my pace
But it's too late
I'm still dead.

Your mercy is too much for me
Your love I cannot bear
Yet Your still grace grasps me
It's escape I would not dare
Your judgement separates me
Like wheat from the tare
Your righteousness covers me
In Your arms I have no care

Her weapons of war are so carnal. Her smile flashes like the shimmer of swords. Her shape reaches out like a spear. Her battle cry like the look in her eye dares to raise the dead in me. But the beast is slain each morning, nailed to the cross I bare on my way the grave. And I am satisfied in the rising tide of strength that comes from not being my own that fills the vast beaches of my weakness and washes away every trace of her haunting footprints in the sand.