To the top, they arose
Avoiding every obstacles
They recieved, many applause
Preaching to hit the skulls

Why do you create monsters?
And try to establish the lies?
Why rule the world with errors?
Then blame it on the others?

Imagine a world of flawless symmetry.
A world where every person was identical.
At 7:30 sharp 7 billion alarm clocks go off,
All playing a single monotonous tone.
7 billion people all dress the same,
Walk out of the one house design used worldwide,
Drive to work in the one car that fills the highways,
Work from 9 to 5,
Go home to their family of 4,
Discuss the day around the dinner table for 45 minutes exactly
Then watch the TV until 10
And go to sleep.
And then the next morning, repeat.
The next week, repeat.
The next month, repeat.
The next year, the next decade, repeat.
Imagine a world of no differences.
It would be boring.
It’s no way to live when everyone’s the same.
When everyone thinks alike,
You lose the uniqueness that makes all of us human.
So somebody explain to me,
Why there are some people that cannot stand differences.
People that are driven to **** because they don’t agree with the lives of other people,
As if they had place to judge anyone but themselves, because they don’t.
These people hate the differences that define us as a species.
They stereotype, they profile, they speak hate,
They protest, they offend, they discriminate
Against lifestyles choices and the things we are born with,
So much that our own people are torn with
The decision to live as who they are or be accepted in society,
Because they’re so scared to be labeled as variety,
Because some people want them to die, you see.
So why can’t we all embrace our differences,
Open up our eyes and see,
We have to recognize that there is no disguise for individuality.
We have to realize,
That once terror makes it’s way into our lives,
We are losing.
Losing the fight for freedom.
Losing the chances we have at acceptance,
Losing the opportunity to recover as a nation,
And show the world that support isn’t just donations.
And people say I’m just a kid,
And that when I’m older I’ll realize that the world is a bad place,
And that people will never change, and that atrocities will happen,
Blood will be spilled, lives will be taken, hearts will be broken.
And maybe they’re right, maybe I just don’t understand.
But I understand that people died because one person couldn’t accept their differences.
I understand that this has happened before, and I’m not going to bother giving a statisistic because I know it’ll go up.
I understand that there are far more mass killings in the United States of America than any other country in the world.
And I think I understand that the best support is ending this upwards trend.
And to do that the world needs to learn to love.
The world needs to set aside all differences,
And learn that between killer and the victims the only difference is,
One knew how to love and one knew *******.
We can’t ignore there’s a problem still,
So regardless of your thoughts on race or religion,
I guarantee you peace will be fiction,
If we can’t teach the world to love each other.
Despite our choices of lovers.
So one last time I urge you,
To teach the world to love each other.

Loving you felt similar to running to answer the phone and then someone hanging up right before.
It felt like hoping a car won't run out of gas on the way to the gas station.
It felt like watching a fire burn out because you didn't gather enough firewood.
It felt like being sick and not having enough money to pay the hospital bill.
It felt like taking a dive into a swimming pool without knowing how to swim.

The ground has been shaking beneath my feet
and I've been patient

the ground is gonna shake
until I fall and break my bones
and I'll be patient

and when all my bones are broken
all my dreams have fallen
and all my might has disappeared

I'll teach myself to be patient
about being patient

Which way do I run ?
Where do I go from here ?
Tell me which direction
Where do I go from here?
I hit the ball and have to run
But which direction do I go ?
Remember, this is new to me
I'm five, and I'm afraid I do not know.


He hit the ball, what do I do ?
Don't let it come to me ?
I don't know where to throw it
And I really have to ***.
Oh..here it comes, what do I do?
glove down and bend my knees
I have to stay and focus
Will someone help me please?

I've got the ball..now throw to first
Jeez, that's a long, long way
I'll never get it over there
At least not the way I play

Drop the bat....and run like mad
Where's coach?...jeez, that's a long way
I'll never make it down to first
Not the way I run today

Listen to those parents
They're screaming, wow...they're loud
Who are they all screaming at ?
They're quite a noisy crowd

I can make it over there
With the ball faster if I run
I don't want to throw it bad
Then it wouldn't be no fun
I can get it over there
I run faster than I throw
What are all the parents yelling for?
Is there something I should know?

This is only one hit ball
It's the first game of the year
This is what a t-ball coach
Has to go through for the year
Each child is not focused
Every one is full of fear
It's when they roll the ball across the field
That makes the game so dear

They run to third before first base
Then they cut across the mound
Through the season they shed many tears
Enough to make a grown man drown
They try to do what coaches say
They aren't the fastest or the best
But these kids, they are true all stars
Starting out on this huge quest

Remember folks, it's baseball
It's a game and nothing more
Make sure it's fun and sporting
Please remember who it's for
They don't know where to throw it
They don't know where to run
But support them in their efforts
And help make baseball...fun

My God has laws never ment to be breached
He loves to use tragedy to teach
He staff is always ready and in reach

You may think demons get to freely play
But he shows them the very way
He lets them use hurtful words to get us to sway

It's all just a ploy, to make us run
He leaves us under the gun
God just smiles, he's having fun
For when all is said and done
It will be to him we run