Gongs and winds, silence the blackest,
Of all,
Opiea of music,
The music of all,
Into the nighttime my little beauty,
Go into the light the fortress of all,
Join in the music,
Grow tall and strong,
Young, sturdy, laughing earnestly,


Unashamed of things to come,
Trying inside the fountain I see,

Dwell on High thy Spirit to be,
Justice it reigns over all I see,

My heart it faints'
At thy hope that's in thee
Trust in my LORD, thy God in me

I come to silence my mind
But silence doesn't always come easy
with my mind racing it is hard to slow things down
With deadlines and tests of knowledge fast approaching
I come to silence my mind
to seek peace from the roaring world outside
Your presence is my refuge from the chaos
your touch is my comfort
reminding me that it doesn't always have to be this way
I come to silence my mind
To seek serenity in this world
But my mind doesn't always slow down
With decisions coming and relationships going a rye
But I seek you presence as my refuge from the stress
I seek your touch as my peace
As I continue to seek this silence.

We walked a path together only briefly
But we somehow found a way to meet again
Each time I saw you though
The light in your eyes began to dim
Little by little
Each time the pain that was hidden deep within your heart began to show more and more
I didn’t want to say anything
Didn’t want you to feel like I was playing mother hen in another fairy tale
But the dimmer your light gets
The more my heart breaks
I cry out to the powers that be
Why do the good die young?
Why must they struggle so much through this life?
I plead with the universe
To show you that you too can be a warrior
To show you that the hero always has adversity
I want to hold you long into the night
Protect you from the demons that live in the dark corners of your mind
I want to build walls around your heart
To give you time to mend the brokenness
I want to wipe the tears away from your eyes as you struggle through this war
But I know that you are strong
And that you will not grow if you cannot pick up your own sword for this battle
That you will not become your own hero if you cannot fight on your own
So I will hold my tongue and offer up my sword
And be the whisper of encouragement as you fight your battle
I will offer a refuge from the battlefield of this world
As we both fight our own battles
This battle though hard fought cannot be done alone
And I will be by your side as you fight for your life
to remind you that you are the hero to this story

Lets raise a black flag for the dark times we've had
And let the white one burn because it is our turn and we'll never surrender again
And then we'll dance in tears of rain
And wash the fears away
For our troubled minds have found refuge in words
Our screams were never heard
So we turned into birds
For we just long to belong
So we migrated
To a home we created inside our heads
They will never care that we had to tear
Through flesh and bone
To take control of our minds that owned
us
This home doesn't exist
Its a figment of our imagination
But creation
Is the only thing keeping us **alive

When you're so used to feeling broken,
Feeling whole again probably just feels like a different kind of broken.

When darkness and chaos become home, what used to be home seems to be so far from home that it may as well not exist.

But home is always waiting for you, regardless of where you go or where you've been.

Yes, it will take a lot of effort to get back. But it will be worth it. Just start the journey. You will stray from the path, but that doesn't mean you should give up.

Home can be a house, an idea, a pair of arms wrapped around you, or anything else. Home can take many faces, and, here's the kicker. A lot of times, home never leaves you. You just think it does.

That sense of belonging is there, just buried deep below the surface. Home goes where you go. Home is you, and you are always home.