And I can write
As many things as I'd like,
Flutter about just like a bird
Getting the hang of flying
(which is basically the case).

I can't sing
To save my life
But if I could breathe life
Into the coldest depths
Of this grey sky,
I'd be a little more proud
A little more able.

But what constitutes as life,
And what constitutes as death?
Is life a part of death,
Or death a part of life?

And people always say
That love isn't the most important thing
About life,
But that's so far
From the only truth I know.

Because everything we do
That's good
And everything we do
That's bad
Is out of love.
For ourselves, or those we must protect.

Whether it be platonic or romantic
Selfish or selfless,
Love is the reason,
Love is the cause.
Whether it be from an abundance
Or a lack there of.

My days are filled with color,
And my eyes are filled with stars.
If only you could see the gold within my darkness,
I could find the fire burning bright within your eyes.