On this very very Happy Easter:
Jesus you rose from the dead, you beat death
A stone table, a cave, you walked away from
A wooden cross you died on for me, you bled, you cried out
You gave up your spirit, so I could spend an eternity with you
You called me daughter
Jesus you knew of sins I would commit, how many times I would turn against you, and you still call me by name, you call me daughter
My heart cries out in happiness that I am yours
My spirit rests in you
Jesus today you rose
Today you conquered death
You defeated hell, the demons die
Heaven sings your praises
The earth dances to your songs
All creatures look upon your face
Today you rose

Flat is boring
You see everything ahead of you, its flat
The ground is easy, its flat
Straight lines ahead show you your path, its flat
Your feet glide across the smooth floor, its flat

Mountains are grand
You have to use your body to push you forward, its hard
Your legs constrict, relax, constrict again, its hard
You can't see over it, its hard
The ground is rocky, full of twists and turns, its hard
You reach the top, your shoes are worn, your muscles ache, its hard
You gaze over the mountain, real slow, you stretch your arms up
It was worth it

I'm feeling a little burn't out lately
Is it a lack of motivation?
I'm caught in a spot where everything is changing
I can't find my place
It's uncomfortable, my skin feels hot
I'm feeling a little burn't out lately

I'm feeling a little heavy lately
When you look at old photos and see the difference
You could pass it off as height , but know its the weight
Thinking yourself into a dark hole
I haven't been there in awhile, I guess its time
I'm feeling a little heavy lately

I'm feeling a little fake lately
A forced smile can appear enough to seem real right?
Maybe I'm not doing it right, its not working
I can't see past today, is that carpe diem?
Life's getting hazy, I'm getting more and more numb
I'm feeling a little fake lately

I've been going through the motions lately
I've figured it out, that dry dry feeling
Its a nasty feeling, to feel dry
You feel worn and used
Going through the motions, I've figured it out
I want to feel a lot more now

You can't tell me it was right
I saw their faces, I saw your face
Pain, sadness, all the bad things, I saw it
I felt their hope fade, the silence in their ears
You can't tell me it was right

You didn't hear the cracking sounds their hearts made
You did't feel the blood pumping throughout their brains
You put a hand on them, you inflicted that pain
But you don't know do you?
It was not right