To you I have given:
my heart,
my soul,
my passion,
my dreams and my desires,
my deepest thoughts,
my open arms,
my honesty and compassion,
but frankly dear
it would seem
that you were just waiting
for me to give up.

Grey
Just Grey
Black and white world
Black and white life
Black and white heart
Nothing special

Until...

You

Like color to a canvas you lit up
My world
My life
And my heart

Now because of you I have color
And with that color
Came hope

A hope that things could change
That things could be better
That this wasn't the end

That my fairy tale dream of life
Would no longer be fantasy

And it can't
It just can't be a fantasy any longer
Because of you

And I thank you for this spark
To light up my life
And to keep my dreams of love alive

Life is like a railroad.
A song that never ends.
Its given and its taken.
Life. It has no end.
People live from day to day.
Without a single clue.
Of what will happen in days end.
The mist beyond the blue.

Life's too short to not say what you mean;
but it's also long enough for your words to really sting.
Watch your thoughts when you're alone,
and your words when you're surrounded.
It's just fine to live up in the clouds,
so long your soul stays grounded.

Some things are given
Other things are earned with age

No Army,
Can Stop An Idea,

No Bullet,
Can Stop An Idea,

No One Can Stop An Idea,
Why, Why,

Because an idea is not a person,
it is not a thing that can be shot,
or burned,
or tortured.

No.
An Idea Is A Belief.
It Is a Catalyst.
It Is everything and nothing at all at once.

An idea can be created by one person,
but shared and given power by all.

Thus....

No Army
Can Stop An Idea.