There comes a time when you just know
that everything will turn out right in the end.
All your hard work will one day show
for all of your family and all of your friends.
But then you start to wonder what it all means,
when everyone around you eyes gleam with bliss,
if when you wake up you still see your dreams
and each night you lay in bed and reminisce.
You remember the times when you woke with a smile
and your heart was filled with love.
That each day would be remembered for a long while
because you were doing something you were proud of.
Why trade your happiness for that of others
when this is your only life, there will not be another.

Is it right to judge
to let my mind be my guide
I know what I want

I cry in your arms
there not too long familiar
but my heart has known

As time closes in
As nothing last forever
Memories are there

When your sweat meets tears
because dance has met your heart
Art is created

I have spent many years sheltered by love
Shielded from the world’s villainous beings
Beyond blessed to live a life undreamt-of
Your hands guided mine through ev’ry teaching
Unknown that greed and hatred lingered near
and that money took a devilish form.
All I knew was to put the silver spoon here,
to rise with the sun, butlers by the swarm
You told lies- hid me from reality
The sight of such a place scorches my heart
The devil struts the streets safe from chivalry
Children go unnoticed- lost in the dark
What happened to God? Where are the Angels?
All you told me has put me in danger

Is it my fault for digging the hole in which you crawl?
after you heard the girls whispering about your size
Who am I to say you are not beautiful at all?

You bought all that makeup to look like a doll
but he still walks past as tears flood your eyes
Is it my fault for digging the hole in which you crawl?

You read what was written on the bathroom stall
so you look towards me to confirm the lies
Who am I to say you are not beautiful at all?

You sit alone in lunch and walk alone in the halls
asking God as you look upon me to remove your disguise
Is it my fault for digging the hole in which you crawl?

It was in fact you who created your own fall
looking towards you to accentuate your flaws
Who am I to say you are not beautiful at all

In a way I helped you build your wall
though I can not mirror what your face implies
Is it my fault for building the hole in which you crawl
Who am I to say you are not beautiful at all