We try to live differently from everyone else,
Afraid we might be a copy of someone's original.
But oh how funny it is, that it is to the world's ways we have returned.

Our generation is completely made up of people
Who hide their beauty inside and admire someone else's.
Self worth is a merit no one believes in,
And confidence isn't a virtue any longer.

We have found the flaws in our sins and turned it into who we are.
Our identity is no longer founded by truth,
But scripted from lies.

We have gotten use to the word depression and misery,
Yet we are surprised when a joyful being comes along our way.
It seems as if our self destruction is not worth mourning for,
We have gotten use to a catastrophic world.
The emptiness we have seen in others,
Is now our own.
The beauty we once had,
Has been buried deep in a heart that use to be pure,
But is now vile.

Where, oh brave souls, are you?
Where is the courage we use to have?

Dear heart, it is time to take a stand.

How do I express my gratitude
To the most Holy who has given me life?

Why is this day so set a part from the rest as it is another day He has given us life?
Maybe it shouldn't just be this day to give praise,
But every single day that He has given to us.

Let me live for you, Jesus.
Hear the song of my heart as I proclaim Your great love and faithfulness to the world.
Let me be set apart, different from the rest as I try my best to honor You.
Let me glorify you all my days, and let you be first in my mind and heart.
Cleanse my mind and my heart and make it pure.

Thank you for dying for me, sweet Lord Jesus.
This life is nothing in comparison to the eternity I will one day have with You.
Take this world and give me Jesus.

I'll never forget that night we gazed at the stars.
The wishes I held, I remember.
The desires of my heart ran deep.

I prayed for a shooting star.
Just one, please come.
Show us both that this love was meant to be.

It never came.
And as peaceful as it was looking up at those stars,
We both held the silent fear that it wasn't suppose to be.

Yet we laughed; we talked.
And we kept on searching for that shooting star.
That flicker of hope shining vibrant in the sky that our love was true.

The mistake you made, was you kept looking at the sky.
You, like all the rest, think shooting stars happen in galaxies.
You, like all the rest, didn't find the deeper meaning to a shooting star.

Perhaps a shooting star was never meant to shoot across the sky,
But instead stay a little longer as the little things of beauty  in the world we know.
Our shooting star was our love;
It went by so fast,
But bore a radiant beauty so rare it only happens once in a life time.

Here is the song of my soul,
As I long to be loved.

Just once, I want to be held.
Held not as a mother holds her child,
But held as a man holds the girl he truly loves with an undying passion.

Just once I want to hold your hand.
I want your fingers to intertwine with mine into a perfect fit.
I want to raise our perfectly held hands into the storm
And proclaim that we've made it.

Just once I want to look deep into your shining blue eyes,
And that is all.
Without a care in the world, I want us to be alone, just staring into your eyes as you stare into mine.
Maybe if I stared long enough, I'd really understand what the depth of your heart was trying to say.

Just once, I'd like to be pursued.
Only by you, with an undying passion.
I want to know what it's like to be loved unconditionally.
To be treasured, to be a jewel in your sight.

Just once I want to fall in love again with you.
Only you and all of you.
I want to experience the rest of our lives together as we have our childhood.
I want to be held.
I want to hold your hand.
I want to look at your beautiful blues.
I want to be treasured.
I want to be pursued.
I want to be loved.

Please, oh Lord, save me from this broken well.
The water is crashing,
And they keep pouring more and more.
The well is getting higher as each different person adds more to the death that was meant to give life.

Save me, because I believe that the well is growing because of the girl I've turned into.
While others think otherwise, I see myself as the monster I have become.
I've become a living hurricane,
Never constant.

It's at this point when I realize I need to be rescued.
Lord Jesus rescue me from this well,
That is drowning me with the sinful ways of this world,
Yet is still empty of beauty.
Save me. I need to be saved.