There was a boat in a sea I knew
Couldn't believe what I saw was true
I swam out through the waves
I caught it as it moved away

I said I'd stole you away
I said I'd stole you away
Next time I'll steal you away
Next time I'll steal you, darling, you stay

There was a change
In the way you breathe
I couldn't believe
You would change for me

And if you hear the sound
Of shooting stars
Protect your heart 'cause it burns back
And turns back around

I said I'd stole you away
I said I'd stole you away
Next time I'll steal you away
Next time I'll steal you, darling, you stay

High strung your soul
It's uncovered by believing
And the things you see

You spent too long running
But there's nothing coming
Turn around and run into me

I said I'd stole you away
I said I'd stole you away
Next time I'll steal you away
Next time I'll steal you, darling, you stay

Hey! Hey! Hey!
"I don't like walking around this old and empty house."
"So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear."
"The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake."
"It's the house telling you to close your eyes."
"And some days I can't even trust myself."
"It's killing me to see you this way."

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey! Hey! Hey!

"There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back."
"Well, tell her that I miss our little talks."
"Soon it will be over and buried with our past."
"We used to play outside when we were young
and full of life and full of love."

"Some days I feel like I'm wrong when I'm right."
"Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear."
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey! Don't listen to a word I say.
Hey! The screams all sound the same. Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey! Hey!

"You're gone, gone, gone away,
I watched you disappear.
All that's left is the ghost of you."
"Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do."
"Just let me go we'll meet again soon."
"Now wait, wait, wait for me,
please hang around."
"I'll see you when I fall asleep."

Hey! Don't listen to a word I say.
Hey! The screams all sound the same. Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don't listen to a word I say. Hey!
The screams all sound the same. Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.

it takes a boy to live, it takes a man to pretend he was there.
it's a long road to wisdom, but it's a short one to being ignored.
it takes a man to live, it takes a woman to make him compromise.

God only knows what He's doing.
Quite literally. There's no doubt in my mind.
(it seems, even when the stars are aligned
the stars aren't all that's required for life
to fall into place. It's not their design.)

forgive your brother not seven times
but seventy times seven.

Thank you, thank you, thank you God
for showing me that I am worth more than this.
(and if I had to choose you or God,
I would choose God any and every day.)

"Each day has been chained to the previous one. But the weeks have had wings. Anyone who believes that a second is faster than a decade has not lived my life."

"Don't say, "That's the way I am- it's my character." It's your lack of character. Be a man!"

"Oh, honey, if only you knew."

if the water is cold enough, we mistake it for heat.

Everybody wants a flame, they don't wanna get burnt.

I never thought I would like music like that
didn't, really, when I first heard it, and then
beyond my own choice, without noticing, I found
myself pressing repeat, again, and again
and I found the cool wet not-thirst scraping the bottom
of my throat, I found the choking feeling form behind
my ears, I found the top of my mouth weighing down,
my eyes sunk and the corners of them stung and
I know the feeling as his croon filled my head, laying it heavy
with rhyme and metaphor, unique experience that hit
a bit too close to home. "It's just me, it's only me that has ever felt this way,
only me that has ever loved you," he sang, and I knew: "Me too."

A convicted fool I am chained to the pen in my hand
and my darling I must serve this sentence.

All you have is your fire and the place you need to reach.

When I was 16 my senses fooled me
Thought gasoline was on my clothes
I knew that something would always rule me...
I knew this sin was mine alone.

if, when you get older, you start making exceptions
and so many, in fact, that you forget the rules
that used to hold your life in a certain direction
then I am not interesting in growing up.

This world is not unchangeable
in fact, my veins and yours
pulse through, pound out the drum
rhythm of marches- changing patterns
walking over streets, marking
new paths. This world is not
unchangeable. I can, at any moment,
bring the kingdom of God. I can,
at any moment, turn dark into light
you can, your skin is the ground
your eyes are the oceans, your
fingernails carve canyons
my heart erupts free-flowing
****** rivers of magma- your heart
pours water through arteries of
rushing, gouging rivers. This world
is not unchangeable. Sadness is not
fixated, we do not move within an
immoving world of darkness
we are the world, we spin it on our
joking fingers, we sweat the rain
onto fields of good fruit. This
world is not unchangeable. We are
a changing people, and we are the world
so we can change the world. I promise.
We forget our own power the instant
we forget that we belong here- that
we are members of this race, that
we are not observers but participants.
We forget that we are not alone.
But if we, at last, remember that
our place is here, at home, that we have value,
we regain our ability to mark and enscribe
a new history, our own history.
This world is not unchangeable. Don't give up.

There are two sides to every story.
One side sees and acknowledges that truth, beauty, and goodness
are worth fighting for. And the fight may cause pain.
And the pain is worth feeling. And the tears are worth shedding.
And the vulnerability is worth showing, the fear is worth sacrificing,
the caring is worth telling, the love is worth saying and doing.
The other side is too busy dying to see that their existence should be a life.

"Only you have ever understood me… And you got it wrong."

I wish I could tell about the depths of my heart
but no one ever asked, and strong girls don't.

God calls us to greater and deeper and farther
more pain, more love, more sacrifice, more loss
there's always more waiting. Always more life to live.

He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
These crimes between us grow deeper

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die

Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well his concerns
He forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die

Driving in on this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged
No time to exchange

And all the little ants are marching
Red and black antennas waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way

Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
Program cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut
On the fence, could not to offend
Cut, cut, cut, cut

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die

Lights down, you up and die.

Depend on the world and your distinctions will
slowly fade into the background- mold to them and you'll
forget your soul. if the majority is all that matters
there will soon be nothing left of the individual.
They tell you they will set you free but they only
want the you that looks good, the you that makes money
the you that says what the rest of everybody agrees on.
They're afraid of what sets you apart. They won't set you free.
Depend on God and strip yourself of every chain
anyone has ever cast on you, throw away every lie
ever told to you, reduce your spirit to its bare bones
let your heart resort to scarless, bleeding love-
God demands obedience and to us that looks like conformity
to us that is scary, "what do you mean I have to give up my
freedom?" but God will break you down so you will see nothing
but Him and you. If you give yourself to Him,
nothing else will matter. So, when the gates of hell
stand against you, and when the world lies and hurts you
and when people tell you who you should and shouldn't be
and when you're told to sit down and shut up and when
they tell you it's "freedom" and "choice" but you haven't seen
anything but the foggy bottom of a glass in a long time
and when the street is cold and lonely and the raindrops fizzle
on your skin, and when the light behind someone's eyes dies
look God in the face, fall into his embrace.
He will tear all the scars from your heart
and you will finally, finally know who you are.

The cold hard edge of the earth, atop the mantle
shows one face with one pair of eyes- simply
a layer of rock. Who are you to forget the oceans
and the green grass and the mountains?
Who am I to hide them? Yet we do not have to search far
for the depth and beauty of creation. It is near
so near, in fact, that we are blind- we do not care!
Or rather, the vast expanse is something we cannot bear.

"He also loves. He also has suffered. He also has waited a long time."

like when I close my eyes and don't even care
if anyone sees me dancing
like I can fly, and I don't even think of touching the ground
like a heartbeat skip, like an open page
like a one way trip on an aeroplane.

at any moment you can change the course of your life
and for God's sake, do it now, because none of us have
any idea how much gas is left in the tank.

and now I know that the devil and the Lord
are engaged in a battle for my soul.

I've been in love with love and the idea of
something binding us together.

Just because you love someone doesn't mean you can have them and sometimes it means you shouldn't and sometimes it's no one's fault. Just because Joseph loved Mary doesn't mean he could have children with her, because he loved God's plan and Mary's welfare more than the idea of being with her. And for me this kind of heartbreaking selflessness is something I relate to a lot, because sometimes even though the feeling of love is there, it's not meant to happen in the way we expect, and sometimes the way we are called to love people is different from the way we feel we want to, and sometimes the way to love people through your actions is exactly the opposite of what you think your heart is telling you.

But at its core, that love is what drives you. That love of God (and of whoever it is that you love) can be and IS heartbreaking and sometimes we have to make a choice that seems impossible, for the sake of the other person and the sake of God. And the very feeling that makes it impossible- love- is the very feeling that makes it possible. If Joseph loved Mary any less he would have acted on his feelings and just had *** with her- or if he loved her even less than that he would have left her to die, just to save his own image. But he didn't. He proved that he loved her more than those things. He loved her more than himself and he loved her more than anything else in the world. He created a seemingly inexplicable paradox- he loved her so much that he was willing to give up expressing it, for her sake. And by not expressing it, he did.

Isn't that incredible? That he reached a level of love that absolutely divided his own interests from hers and made him willing to sacrifice the usual expression of that love and maybe, just maybe, the sacrifice of the usual expression of love was the ultimate and perfect expression of love. Because it wasn't a usual love. Joseph didn't love Mary with a usual love.

He loved her in a way that didn't for a second stop to think about himself, his own wishes. He loved her enough to not love her, even though everyone else told him he should and even though the plan for everyone else seemed to follow an ordinary path- marriage, then ***, then children. Joseph proved that the ultimate expression of love isn't just following this path- it's being brave enough to do whatever is best for the other person and God regardless of what the world tells you and what your own passions tell you.

Joseph loved Mary enough to give up all hope of loving her the way his heart told him he ought to. He gave up the entireity of his own heart to her, keeping nothing for himself. He loved her the way God did. And that is love.

"There is a room in the Department of Mysteries that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than the forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there."

if it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.
if it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad?

every minute, every minute
it's never enough. never enough.

I won't act my age, not if it means
losing any more of my precious time
here on this earth. I'm already this old-
what's the point of spending days thinking
about what I should look like
or how I should behave?

"A friend that would go through hell and back for you"
has been there, done that, and decided, "never again" for someone
that doesn't want, expect, or deserve it, but when the time came
the friend would walk straight back into Gehenna
because when you love someone, you do what Jesus would do.

the God of angel armies is standing by my side.

no need to make storms out of breezes,
tornadoes out of butterflies,
typhoons out of drizzles. No reason to not just
let it be sunny while it is.

if the law can take away my humanity, then the law has no right to take anything from me.

if law is written by man then the law cannot take away a man's right to write the law
or a man's right to be a man- if the law is constrained by man then
the law has no control over fundamental humanity, those rights to life, liberty,
and self-authority. if the law is written by man then the law cannot cause a man
to forfeit these rights, because these rights do not belong to the law, but to the man
and if a man does not have these rights then the law is invalid and means nothing
if a man is not a man, if humanity has no value, then from whence does the law arise?
Why does the law mean anything at all if humanity is nothing?

it seems normalcy is too much to ask for.

But I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find, you and I collide

I'm quiet, you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know
I'm always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find, you and I collide

dancing in private, alone on the waves
some things we can only to each other say
these howling winds can hardly break, hurricanes
will melt like sand around us, we are strong
the ship to my compass, the voice to my song
the heart to my arrow, the love to my pain
the rope to my anchor, the bird to my cage
I won't forget you're the only place I've ever belonged
and, darling, with you I'll stay forever long.

what's the use of letting anything hold you back anymore
when the God of angel armies and the lowest of the low stands next to you
what's the use of shutting up and letting people and trivial ideas rule you
when the radical God of love wants to be your best friend
what's the use of letting any moment go to waste, any blessing unused
when the God of joy and sorrow is here to bear your burden
and feel it all with you? What's the use of letting your life
fly by, unnoticed, when we are called to latch ourselves in,
buckle up, and get ready for the ride of all eternity?

God's here for you.

it's not about you, never was
still isn't.

September is the beginning of something, and August is the end
in April we learn to love, February we pretend
March is the slow muddy month, May is exuberant joy
January revives the world, December worlds destroy
June is the month of freedom, July the month of age
November freezes you locked in time, October turns the page.

so this is what they all talk about.

some things we can't write about.

“I DON'T CARE!" Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!"
"You do care," said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”

no one mediocre ever did anything with their life
by definition, to stand out and be successful
one must do something to the extreme, and allow
yourself to be intense. Silence and being who you're
told to be forces you to become no one at all.