Dear Lord, i say aloud this prayer
In hopes that you will save me from dispair
Give me light to lead the way
Love me for me, day after day
Give me strength to rise above the rest
With you by my side, i know i am blessed
From dark to light, and day to night
I pray your path will stay in sight
Birthday wishes and shining stars
Never get me really far
Its the praying and hoping every night
That helps me get through the never ending fight
With all that i am, i know you are my all
With your hand in mine, i know i wont fall
Keep my heart, my mind, and my eyes wide open
So i never cease to worship you. Amen

Allez-vous nous jeter roses quand nous mourons
allez-vous pleurer pour nous
serons-nous être se souvient
quand nous ne serons plus là
ne nous oubliez pas
si afin que nous vivions sur
dans vos histories
dans vos souvenirs
et à travers votre vie

Lies lies everywhere, when you open your mouth, I can taste in them in the air. These words you spit are not loving, you think they're harmless, but you know nothing. With every word that escapes your lips, I watch the world to get a grip, on reality, for what you perceive as normality is nothing but a world set up on infrastructure that just doesn't add up... Instability, unpredictability.. Your lies are just infecting the lives of the respecting innocent. So watch what you say, for it will all come back one day.

I'm dancing in the ashes of the bridges you burned
But it's okay
Because they cast too many shadows anyways

You were trying to drown me
But it's okay
I can swim on my own any day

You left me alone with the voices in my head
But it's okay
They never liked you anyways

So I'll just take a deep breath and count to three, because it's okay, I'll just do me. <3

She takes a seat
not saying much, she tries not to speak
because you'll smell the whiskey
Blacked out eyes of abused innocence
hides a tale of misery
There she sits, way to the right in the third row
as she tries to believe in a power that can save her from below
Her torn and worn jeans have seen many days,
So go on and judge them, the third row sinners
While she sits in a daze
She pulls at her sleeves, so no one will see
Her story carved into her skin of satin ivory
So she watches the preacher with curiosity
wondering if anyone can smell the whiskey
or see her story in ivory
She's a believer, that third row sinner.

He takes a seat
Masked in strength
wondering if you can see that he is weak
His hands shake, maybe from drugs
or maybe from pure anxiety, not just a tweak
There he sits, way to the left on the third row
praying that this isn't all just a show
His face is worn and hardened with sorrow
So go on and judge the third row sinners
While he fights for tomorrow
The visions won't leave him, the whispers
Yet he won't let anyone see his story, as it withers
So he watches the preacher, wondering
Can you guess his weakness
Can anyone see his illness
His story, in the silent stillness
He's a fighter, that third row sinner

I take a seat
My story not one of interest
But yet you judged me from when I walked in the entrance
I have wounds, many scars, and have sinned plenty
Yet it's none of your business, my story
Until I have laid it at your feet gently
In the middle of the third row, with her at my right, and him at my left
I ask you to not judge us, we third row sinners
For our stories will have an ending, just like yours
But many paths leave many doors
So open wisely, and maybe we will all choose the right one
to lead us home.