What's more deadly,
a gun or a thought?

A gun gives you the opportunity,
but a thought pulls the trigger.

Welcome to our Society,
where the teens are depressed,
and the students are stressed,
where people will give you hate,
on what you wear and what's your weight,
where there's ***, no hugs,
no candy, just drugs,
where we cut for an escape,
and the parents beat and ****,
where laws forbid the gay,
and everything is weary or gray,
so I hope you enjoy your visit with Society,
just try not to get depressed and anxiety.

2 a.m. is for the poets
who can't sleep
because their minds
are alive with words
for someone who's not there.

2 a.m. is for the lonely
who are in love
with the loved
but aren't loved back.

2 a.m. is not for the happy
who sleep comfortably
without a care in the world.

2 a.m. is for the broken
who lay awake
in a dark room
where the dark
is more comforting
than the light.

The thing with a broken clock is
you can always tell
exactly
when it stopped ticking

With people it isn't so easy
and sometimes
you can't even tell
                 they're broken.

I would rather travel the world,
than sit in an office.
I would rather sail the seas,
than sit in traffic.
I would rather climb mountains,
than sit in a seminar.
I would rather explore the seven wonders,
than sit in a meeting.
I would rather live life being happy,
than sit to make money.

I'm not the person I used to be,
honestly I'll never go back.

I found a power higher that the one I knew,
one that would change everything.

After hearing hopeless prayers,
I wondered if I should even try.

But then I remembered that day,
I'll never forget.

In a dimly lit room;
In an old, creaky church,
there was a room.

Inside there was a breathtaking sight;
thousands of paper doves,
each a different color,
each a different prayer.

The darker the color of the dove,
the darker the prayer.
Almost every dove was grey or black,
But amount the few there were reds and yellows.

Even though my doubt rushes through me,
I still believe.

All of these people were like you and me.
except they handed everything over;
not to billion dollar corperations,
designer clothes,
but to the Lord.

Even though my doubt rushes through me,
I still believe.

I guess this is my prayer;
to be taken and excepted,
not laid down to rest,
but to be heard by someone who will never turn their back on me.

Even though my doubt rushes through me,
I still believe.