I don't cry - but sometimes
When there are no more battles to be won
Tears fill my eyes.

I don't live outside - but sometimes
I step out from the shade in the sun
And let the light in.

I don't beg - but tomorrow
When the world skips and I lose my place
You'll find me pleading

I don't pray - but today
When I open my eyes and can see your face
I'll count my blessings.
Count my words as though they will soon lose
meaning.

Silence is golden; leaving my words weightless.
If the truth set us free, I would have sacrificed
Less.

Shed the debt, you free the monster.
Chin up, it's good for your posture.

I don't age - but sometimes,
I look in the mirror at the scars that I fear.
My expression fades as my complexion withers.


Smile... Take a picture.