Life seems so short and time goes by fast;
  Thinking of memories, consumed by your past.
  The choices we made, the roads we travel down;
My if we had just one chance to stop and turn it all around.
  So any decisions we made, yet for the most part we're wrong;
  Yet my life still holds the question, as to where I belong.
  I know in my heart that God has his purpose for me;
   Maybe it is I'm looking for answers I feel that I cannot see.
  As I look back now I would be lying to say the choices that I made I don't regret,;
   However if I could change my choices how would I know that they were mistakes yet?
  Was I so often if given a chance, we would go back in time to make it all change;
  For all the wrongs would  be right, the bad into good, just too awake to a life so different and strange.
  As you read these words that I say;
  Continue to read before the next time you pray.
  There's always a beginning where something  ends;
  Such is true, that there must be an ending before another begins.
  Before I kneel to pray, I pray not to change but for forgiveness, for my bad choices per say;
  I praise my dear Lord for now I see, my past met my future, learning my mistakes taught me how to be the person that I am today.

Let it go like a red balloon
Released to celebrate;
Follow 'til it dissipates
Into the vacant blue.

Unhand the kite string,
The struggle with elements subsides.
Let it go as if it died.

You know you tried,
Some things broken aren't worth fixing;
Admit to yourself you don't like it,
That one day never comes.
Do not expect a certain result,
Life happens as it was meant to unfold.
Just let it go, like gossip, like fear;
Dependency is detrimental.

Tear down the museum of victim mentality.
Stop comparing,
Stop people pleasing.
Let it go.

My life lacks without a purpose divine
and I try not to settle
but can't find time to try

I'm clueless to the canvas
I only know the corner
that I've already covered

I was hidden in decisions
but now I need directions, so
which way are we going?

I carry the guilt of remembering the dead
In fear that if I don't, who will.

This tug of war between time and memory
Brings fatigue to my soul.

Anger has long passed, leading the road
With forgiveness at its end.

Though, in celebrating life, I can't help feel
The weight of every conversation.

That dangerous, infinite, path of what if.
Decisions and indecisions that brought death.

Answers may never be found, though I hope,
To relinquish this guilt of remembering.

I stand in the crossroad,
Like a million before me
Unsure

Of what to do
To sit?
To stay?
To move away?

It’s alright I guess
If we sit a while
And just rest.

But at some point
We must stand
And not dream off to
Some imaginary land.

Right?
Or left?
Right?
Or wrong?

Where this all goes from here
We must all stay strong.

I believe i found exactly what i would like to do in life.
And all my little world is falling apart.
My mum always happy start being moody.
My boyfriend always staying starts leaving.
The gouvernement quite supportive, start withdrawing all my rights.
My emotions quite inexistant start fighting.

But if i look deep inside me, i know i am still there, i know i can trust myself, i know i will and i am making the right decisions.

So let's it be, let the world fall apart, because the one to come will never.

Baby can I get into your mind.
Someplace in your head...
Baby can I intoxicate you mentally...
Someplace in your head,
Baby let me belong to you.
Someplace in your mind.
Baby will you daydream about me...
Someplace in your mind?
Is it a comfort to find a part of me, someplace in your mind?
Is there a hidden picture of me someplace that you keep safe?
Or is there a place that you rule me out.
And think that I'm playing games?
Is there a place where you think I don't feel the things I say?
A place where you think my desires aren't real.
Someplace in your mind?
Or Baby do you believe my goal is to achieve a oneness for us?
Baby will you imagine in your mind, me as a true love you've found?
In there can you be mine?
Can you destroy any negative thoughts that discredit me?
Baby believe in me.
Some where in your mind have you gotten a message from your heart.
To love me, keep me close, for I am good for you.
Has your heart told your mind not to let this love depart.
Someplace in my mind.
You will find, that I am all thine.
So Baby can I get in,
Baby am I in,
Someplace in your mind?