I am a dreamer, and shall I not dream?
Of heroes and villains and warriors unseen?
Of battles to save the helpless and oppressed
Of Dragons and quests and maidens in distress

Of heroes being so not because of their gifts
But because they do what’s right, no matter the rifts
It will cause in their lives, till death will they part
From the internal pursuits that engulf their heart

How can this world offer me anything?
When I’m dwelling in the depths of hearts
Or soaring on eagle’s wings?

Drip, Drop, Drip Drop,
The bucket sloshes,
The old woman kneels
To clean the threshold
of the ones she serves

Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop,
The bucket sloshes
She thinks on her past
And her life and her hopes
her dreams, her last
husband long gone
her friends who’ve been near
her enemies who’ve hurt her,
those she holds dear

Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop
The bucket sloshes,
She washes away
She sets herself to work
and begins to pray

Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop
The bucket sloshes,
As she moves down the hall
Her heart, it labors,
as she scrubs at the floor
the billows of her breath
begin to bore
into her hands
she can work no more
she needs a small break
to labor without work

Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop
She weeps for those who have not drawn near,
For those who are hurting, and lonely, and fear
She will stay forever, in her master’s doorway,
She would rather die, than never have stayed

Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop,
The bucket sloshes,
her made clean heart aches,
is comforted by
a sovereign king’s ways
trials and terrors and toil and sin
good he has planned,
don’t let uncertainty win

Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop,
The bucket sloshes,
She goes back to work
To labor and love,
The last to the first

El amor es una cosa muy bella
es una cosa que no entiendo
sobre que no puedo poner mi dedo
de que quiero correr por miedo
pero, la felicidad en mi corazón solo puede correr en un dirección
a ti

No tengo la decisión
Había hecho para mi
¿Por quién?  No sé.  
Tengo miedo, sí,
pero solo hay una mujer a quien quiere correr
y es tú
solo tú

La verdad en mi corazón es objetivo
¿Mis temas?  subjetivas

Quiero su amor, solo sus abrazos, solo sus besos
Solo tú

Habías robarlo a mi corazón,
no sé cómo y no sé cuándo,
pero lo tiene

¿me gusta que lo tiene?
Si, tengo miedo, pero es un facto
Mi corazón es contigo.  

¿Puedo decirte todo de este?
No, no puedo, hasta que estamos casados.

With a deep sigh I stare into the mirror.
How did I get here?  
Things used to go so well.
It never used to be like this.
I never used to be like this.
Things used to be different.
Should I blame myself?
Or others?
How do I get out?
What should I do?
Answers?  None.
But there it is, staring right back at me.
Has it always been there?
It’s a realization that I have spent most of my life trying to ignore.
It’s a realization that I have spent most of my life trying to cover up.
It’s a realization that I really don’t want to believe.
Yet there it is, staring me in the face.
I have problems.

At the foot of the bed,
a pair of lace, gently resting side by side,
are waiting for the slender toe
to creep inside and hide

She gently prowls and waits around
until the light is dim,
your eyes are weary, your strength is faint
Do not let the Shadow Lady in.

She coos and soothes, seemingly
to say just “what you need”
And promises what she can not give
do not let the Shadow Lady in

Leave the room, turn the Light,
Throw her shoes through the side glass door
Do not let her feet, into her shoes hide,
The Shadow Lady’s Slippers do not abide

To be all where you are
is not as easy as it seems.
For when the poisonous asp of "could be" and "what if"
sinks his fangs into your skin,
the venom takes you to a bad cloud land,
a carousel of dreams.

Round and round, up and down,
jostling and bumping and bouncing around.
No distance covered, no progress made,
you've fallen into the lie of the Prince Masquerade.

The lie is subtle, easy to believer,
much easier than work,
seemingly to relieve.
But dizziness comes when spinning too fast,
nausea and chunks, it won't be your last.

Paralyzed you lay, on this spinning death ride,
"did you ***** up", "What now should you try?"
"Is it better over there, greener on that side?"
Or is where I'm at OK, the best for my wretched hide.

Optimization, efficiency, the lot,
all come hurtling at me as I enter the shop.
Come, this is better, the best, I am sure.
Focus on me, not God's leading, or that you've been bought,
focus on your flaws, your sin, and your doubt.

Jesus, in you, is my only hope.
I don't know how you could care for and lead such a dope,
your word has promises that quiet my soul.
May I turn to you, and may you restore me (my fear, doubt, guilt).
Make me whole.

What is, is.  And what could be is not.
Do what you're called, do it well and a lot.
Look not behind, forget it, it's gone.
Look forward to Jesus, he will lead you on.

Ahh Valentine's Day is here,
the florists will bustle,
the suitors will scheme,
especially, purposefully,
to make themselves clean

the worry, the fear, rejection, heart's seared,,
the conquest, the prize, the look in her eyes,
the candies and rings, and many shiny things,
leave them all wanting, with no stability near

I have a romance, too big for this day,
throughout, every moment, never to sway,
that is the romance that I will tell you about,
I long for you, pursue you, do not have a doubt

My eyes are set, on the bride I want
I see her, I lead her, I long, to her, flaunt,
She comes down the aisle, ragged dress, beaten, free
When I look into her heart, it's my Son that I see.

So because of that one thing
I will never her leave.  
I put him there, I sustain
a good work, I will complete.

The day I marry her, the inside will be
adorning the bride, her anguish relieved
I will never, not ever, because of her dress,
abandon her, leave her, because she's a mess

So until that day comes, I will tell you this tale,
of my bride who I love, who I will never fail
In the storms, she may hide
in the boats deepest space
but I will walk on water and through glass,
to be by her side.