i don’t understand you
but i’d really like to know
what it is that makes you smile
and how i can help you grow

it’s hard for me to see you blue
i really want to comfort you
but even when you're navy blue
i promise, i still i love you

it’s not your fault for feeling down
if you take a look around
the world is a lil ****** right now
the world in which you nearly drowned

branded with a burden not yours,
names you never earned
stories that were written wrong
you can still re-write your own

people who come from pain and strife
and still can smile at strangers
are the strongest people in this world
to me these people are angels

you’ve grown a garden of your own
built kindness from neglect
and still you offer flowers
to those you’ve barely met

we’re all broken to some extent
and we must pick up the pieces
i know you’ve tried it much before
and felt the blizzards freezes

so i’m here to let you know
you won’t have to do it alone
i want to greet your demons
and understand their reasons

i can’t fix what wasn’t broken by me
and no mending needs to be sewn
but i can sit with you in silence
until the silence feels like home

broken things can still be changed
transformed into something new
whichever pieces are missing
i’ll help you find a few
but only if you want me to!

the gentle yet strong human inside
is waiting to be seen
maybe you feel it trembling there
maybe you hear it scream

I’m lucky to see him every day
he makes me laugh my worries away

I hope i can do the same for you
I hope i can take away some blue

dip those toes
in streams of unknown
wade through dreams
a peak of unseen

dust off the craze
walk into the maze
of secrets untold
a life will unfold

unforgotten its luck
so **** it all up
then **** it back together

leave it for divine
fall back into time

spirits high, spirits low
binary divide
two lives intertwined

a master of none
what will become?
hold the unknown
and find a home
you are never, never alone

brush and shovel
sweep it up

i have learned
to fill my cup

i aim to be a gardener of souls
who plants seeds for roots to grow

to feed one in hunger
and water one in thirst

i aim to be a gardener of souls
who weaves sweet life with death

aid spirits to bloom and bend
from the souls that I will tend

but once i was a gardener of towers
who whispered sweet words
to boost bullies powers

who swept all the lies
that killed innocent life

so i prayed and i screamed
and lived
on my knees

but now i believe  
I’ll die
on my feet

that’s why i aim to be a gardener of souls
who walks through grasses of joy
and when gardener grows old
as the plants have foretold

i’ll lay embroiled with the soil
as lessons fast uncoil

i aim to be a gardener of life
who invests in love and light
laughter is the food i’ll eat
the air i’ll breathe is pure delight

i aim to be a gardener of souls
and what i sow i’ll reap
i’ll listen to the melody
from trees who only teach.

i aim to be a gardener of souls
who will rake the leaves
as they bleed secrets
a fool dares not receive

but a gardener of souls
knows of natural wisdom

through long droughts
through fierce floods

a lesson to devour

no rain; no flowers
no pain; no powers

but those up in their towers
the gardens of cowards
your grave
is far
below

I’ve been through enough
to know silence can be louder than screams.
Enough to know
“I'm fine” usually means
I'm not.

I’ve had nights
where the weight got heavy,
but I held it anyway.
No applause.
No witness.
Just me
and the dark
playing tug-of-war with my peace.

But I never let go.
Even when I wanted to.

There’s a version of me
I used to mourn
the one before the heartbreak,
before the trust got shattered,
before I learned
people only love you
when it's easy.

Now I move slower,
but wiser.
I speak less,
but mean more.
I lost some friends,
but I found my spine.

The ink on my hand
ain’t decoration
it’s declaration.
Proof I’ve made it this far,
even if the road
was more cuts than comfort.

I don’t expect perfect anymore.
Just real.
Just effort.
Just peace that don’t ask me
to shrink to fit inside it.

I’m not healed,
but I’m healing.
Not fearless,
but brave.
Still got days
where I look in the mirror
and ask,
“Am I really built for this?”

And every time,
my reflection answers,
“You really are.”

all this prettiness
wasted on me

all this happiness
i pay a lethal fee

all this laughter
i haven’t heard a peep

i only feel it’s real
when i am asleep

no longer do i dream
no longer am i queen

and so i scream to seem
as if i feel i’m real

as if i know i know
as if the deal is sealed

but the silence sings its tune
as i beg, cry at the moon

please, please
what do i do?

is there more to discover?
has it all ran away?
gone towards another?

we can build again

a town of stone and brick
a home of truth and love

a city where they smile
a place where you belong

in a land far, far, away
where the trees laugh
with you

the wind holds us up
the sun gives warm hugs
the moon sings from her lungs

the ocean a second home
you have never been alone

a pixie born from nothing
but still laughing

a call from nowhere
is it doubt or faith?
can we be free?

the love is everywhere
you crazy ******
what else is there?
but everything

a friend if you can see
it hides
if you stay blind

there is only ever just that
you crazy ******

you love it
ah the goosebumps
drink your poison

not much longer now
just around the corner

don’t spoil it
it’s waiting patiently
soon you’ll see

life
as it was meant to be
a spirit who is free

you’ll see