You're so much more than me.
And all I'll ever be,
Is the shadow in your head,
And the sum of all the things you've ever said.
I'm like the past that haunts you.
I'm the dark that wants you.
You don't deserve rain on your parade,
But I'd be honored to be some mistake you made.
You don't deserve a mistake like me,
You don't deserve faith as fake as me.
All I want is you.
All I want is faith that's new.
I want you to lead me with strong hands
To lead me to peace in God's plans.
The truth is,I would hold you down,
You don't need me around.
I wish that I was worth enough
I wish I was worth your love.
But here I am. Vulnerable in my desire,
With nothing to offer but to hold you higher
Than anything else on earth.
I don't know how to tell you what you're worth..

--Emily Rutledge

Profound, that he lost his sight.
He couldn't get the harmonies to blend quite right,
So he gave up seeing,
For music was the life and the fiber in his being.
He didn't need another soul
To change his note from half to whole,
For he had something else to hold,
And music couldn't make his spirit old.
So, he wed the chord, he played the piece,
And he dubbed musicality the worst disease.
Funny that a musical obsession
Would correspond with loneliness at life's discretion.
--Emily Rutledge