She pours her honey words down my throat.
It takes but moments to become drunk on her artful prose.
And the lavender fills my spirits
As she buries her head in my heavy chest

Yet, you'd dare say she's sleeping with stolen dreams.
That it should be your words which intoxicate me,
That your perfume should give me life as you lay your soul into me.

And maybe for a moment, some time ago it was your words,
Which set my soul aflame.
But on came the night where you made your great escape.

It was I who was but a passing fancy,
with kind words and a gentle heart.
Was it not also your tongue
Which lashed it poison onto my breast.

She is fluid, calm and formless.
As the fire passes and I call to be healed.
It is not your words, but hers, which soothe.
So on your bitter thrown of curses, do not dare
Say that she sleeps with stolen dreams
For it was her words which rescued me
And it is her pen, which will write away this pain.

She was the earth
I was the sun
She would shy from me if I shined too bright
I would dim just so she could breathe
She would weep as greedy men would throw trash at her
I would dry away her tears
She would turn to face me often, a different side to her everyday
But I can't help but burn everytime she'd turn
Knowing the moon got to love her as well

Someday I’m going to learn to speak up!
I swear I’m going to proudly reach up
And take back what is truly mine
And that day will be fine.

Someday I’m going to tell all the people
What I think that the bad people
Should not  be allowed to do
Like commit crimes on you.

I’m going to let people know exactly how I feel
And not silently pretend things aren’t real
That are hurting, denying, robbing
My fellow human beings.

Today I am going to change things
And appreciate what life brings.
Listen when the birds sing.
And what poets are writing.

Someday I am going  to raise my voice and sing out
Whenever there’s something to sing about
Even when there just seems to be
Something important to me.

I’ve heard more stories than you could imagine
I’ve heard tales of heartbreak and sorrow more vivid than the sun
I’ve listened to the cries of so many angels
That the word “heaven” sounds like screaming

We carry the weight of suffering the way that Atlas carries the world on his shoulders
Is it a responsibility, or a punishment?
I am not Atlas, but neither are you
We’re all carrying a world on our shoulders

Sometimes the weight of our own suffering is heavier than the air that we breathe, it pushes so hard against our chest that every breath feels like a war
Your load feels lighter on my shoulders

You are a warrior
But no warrior has to fight alone, no war will be won if you are crushed before you can fight the battle
We are warriors, and I will fight with you

So give me your stories
Give me the suffering that you’ve been holding on to for so long
I’ll carry it, so that you don’t have to
We are Atlas, we can hold the world up together.

There is no savior
for all;
there's even no
individual salvation

You know the cost
of a call,
but that of
conversation?

You can hear,
that I know,
but can you listen?
And when you talk
is it the things
you say
or is it in the way...
What is absent,
is it missing?

I wanna be closer
But,
I am afraid of being abandoned again..
Believe me,
I'm trying hard but,
I just can't or maybe couldn't...