Lord, I am holding on to this day,
With faith that guides me along the way,
Through every trial and every stride,
In Your presence, I find strength to abide.

In the morning's light and evening's shade,
In the choices I make, in the plans I've laid,
I seek Your wisdom, Your comforting grace,
In this journey of life, in this boundless space.

Though challenges may rise, and storms may brew,
With Your guidance, I'll see them through,
In every step, in each word I say,
Lord, I am holding on to this day.

The moments pass like grains of sand,
In the hourglass of time, life's grand,
But in Your love, I find my stay,
Lord, I am holding on to this day.

For in the present, Your blessings I see,
In the beauty of life, in the trials set free,
With each sunrise, with each sun's decay,
I'm grateful, Lord, for this day.

As the stars emerge in the evening's sky,
I'll lift my voice, I'll testify,
That in Your love, I find my way,
Lord, I am holding on to this day.

sky blueberry sky
with your blow beechnut breeze
where the bluebirds fly
through cotton candy clouds
beside the deep blue mountains
with her whipped cream smile
thus her sugarcane eyes

When your love is an illusion, a fleeting dream,
A shimmering mirage in the desert's gleam,
In the depth of night, where shadows loom,
You find your heart wrapped in a mystic gloom.

In the realm of make-believe, you're ensnared,
By a love that once seemed so real, so cared,
But like a wisp of smoke in the night's confusion,
You realize you've been caught in an illusion.

The heartache is like a mirage's cruel game,
It's hard to accept that it's not quite the same,
Yet as the illusion fades into the morn,
From its grasp, a new strength is born.

For in the shadowed depths of what's unreal,
You learn to discern what's false from what's real,
You gather the pieces, your heart's reconstruction,
And find a love that's not an illusion.

In the process of healing, you'll find your way,
To love that's enduring, where shadows don't sway,
In time, your heart finds a brighter conclusion,
A love that's substantial, not just an illusion.

So let the illusion teach, and let it reveal,
That love can be true and remarkably real,
With each lesson learned, your heart's evolution,
Takes you beyond mere love's fleeting illusion.

We shall pray to the same God, hand in hand,
In unity, we'll tread on this sacred land,
For under the vast sky, beneath the sun's rod,
We find our common faith in the same God.

Though our paths may differ, our hearts aligned,
In our prayers, our hopes and dreams combined,
With reverence in our souls, love to applaud,
We'll come together, praying to the same God.

In different tongues, our praises may rise,
Yet our beliefs connect us, to our surprise,
In the tapestry of humanity, we'll applaud,
Our shared devotion to the same God.

With humility and grace, we bow our heads,
Seeking guidance from the One who spreads,
Compassion and love, on this earthly sod,
In our prayers to the same God.

Religious threads woven through our story,
We'll honor the divine in all its glory,
In this unity, we'll find a common nod,
As together, we pray to the same God.

So let our faiths bring us close, not apart,
For we're all threads in the tapestry of heart,
In this world, beneath the same celestial awed,
Together, we pray to the same God.

Where does glory live, in the hearts of the brave,
In the stories of heroes, who dared to save,
In the moments of triumph, the battles they gave,
In the souls of those striving, their honor to pave.

Glory resides in the deeds that inspire,
In the hearts of the selfless, who never tire,
In the quest for justice, in the eyes that aspire,
In the unyielding spirit that rises higher.

It dwells in the courage to stand against tide,
In the sacrifices made, with nothing to hide,
In the strength of character, where values abide,
In the unwavering truth, never denied.

It's found in the love for a cause that's just,
In the bonds of kinship, in the faith and trust,
In the moments of kindness, in the hearts that adjust,
In the pursuit of dreams, in the hope and the gust.

Glory lives where humanity shows its best,
In compassion, in love, in the strength to invest,
In the face of adversity, a rigorous test,
In the hearts of the noble, forever blessed.

So, where does glory live? It's in you and me,
In the choices we make, in the world we decree,
In the love we impart, in the moments of glee,
In the legacy we leave, for all eternity.

I found the ghost inside of me, a haunting presence near,
A shadowed part of my soul, a specter held so dear.
In the labyrinth of my being, it wandered long and wide,
A silent echo of the past, where secrets tend to hide.

With every step, it whispered tales of moments left behind,
A story of resilience, a journey through the mind.
The ghost, a part of me, I thought I'd never know,
But in its haunting visage, my own reflection would glow.

In the quiet of my thoughts, it shared a mournful song,
A melody of memories, both right and wrong.
I embraced this spectral essence, for it was part of who I am,
The keeper of my history, the guide to where I stand.

The ghost inside of me, a mirror to my soul,
Revealing hidden truths, making me feel whole.
In its presence, I found strength, a path to self-discovery,
For the ghost within myself was the essence of me.

The light from our swords, a gleaming blaze,
In the darkest of nights, in the fiercest of frays,
A beacon of valor, our courage on display,
As we face the shadows and hold the way.

Forged in the fires of honor and might,
Our blades shine forth in the heart of the fight,
Defenders of justice, with strength in our cords,
We wield our weapons, the light from our swords.

In battles of old, or those yet to be,
The glint of our steel sets the oppressed free,
With each noble strike, with every parry,
We fend off the darkness, we're warriors unwary.

The light from our swords, a symbol of might,
In the face of adversity, we stand for what's right,
With valor and honor, our spirits in accord,
We'll defend the weak with the light from our sword.

Through history's pages, our stories will unfold,
A testament to courage, to warriors bold,
In the annals of time, our legends are stored,
For we are the bearers of the light from our swords.

So as long as we stand, as long as we fight,
The darkness shall wane, and we'll conquer the night,
With bravery and strength, we'll never be floored,
As long as we carry the light from our swords.