And most won't get it
Some never do
But it wasn't meant for them
This is about you

© JL Smith

Give me your naked soul.

Awaken to the whispers of your soul.

Don't lie to yourself
To appease the impostor
Break formation
Rearrange your posture

You're handed a rule book
Embedded tradition
Expected performance
But not your audition

Reject their measure
Conclude your own
Never accept majority
If you can't condone

© JL Smith

Just like in the Sweater Weather
All we are are men
All we want is the world in our hands
What they don't know is we still stand at the beach
Toes in the sand
Dreams of one love
Head up in the clouds
Except our gravity's centered
Just searching for adventure
Your lips, your mouth
Just a home with you and a house
It just seems the world tries to tell you what to think about
Hold your head up high
It's just us and the world let's find out
Our exterior is just something, we act like we don't want to talk about
Except what we need to know is that this world isn't too cold for us here

And so, the darkness came
Scraping over each grain of sand
Chopping down each blade of grass.
And made you his own.

Once the shadows  embraced you, mind, body, and soul
You sunk into a chilly enclosure of sadness and anger
You lose hope of ever seeing the sun again

The black had a way
Of suffocating its victims
Cutting out their voice
So they couldn't cry
So they couldn't plead.

But every once in awhile
There will be fractures of light
Puncturing tiny holes within the thick veil
Small, but radiant

When you're touched by even a small ray
You are lifted higher
It may be just a little bit
But soon you'll crack your  way through the broken sky

And you'll be home