Through the darkest seed
Through the light split by blood and greed
They desire that which is forbidden
Yet persevere disregarding being forgiven
It's in disgust as infestations reap its greatness
Holding broken memories we soak in weakness
It's in these crown of thorns we rest in what we believe
Yet voiced with transparent lungs we grieve
We try to fight the silence but no one is listening
Screaming our emotions translates to whispering
As we bury their hope in the ground gasping their final last breath
We except their fate
Their destiny
Their death.
Even after death we feel their words resonate
As they breach the great white gate.
They are never forgotten, they are always loved
Looking down on us from above

-Joseph B Schneider

It's not just one person
It's not one big thing
It's all the little stuff
That happiness can bring
A few sweet words
Or a whisper in my ear
To know I brought laughter
For the whole world to hear

It's a simple sunset
And a beautiful sunrise
To see a special light
That I bring to someones eyes
Just to know they're here
Even a thousand miles away
To feel how much they care
In the little things they say

A sweet scent
Of musky cologne
Feeling the fire
Never being alone
A heat that burns
So deep inside
The deepest thoughts
In you I confide

Not caring the distance
Not fighting the feeling
I guess it's time for me
To really start believing