The closer I am to God, I am to peace.
Life is full of headaches, the people we love are God’s natural relief.
or amplifiers, I know what it’s like to have someone move me further away.
Which is probably why I’m so grateful for the people around today.  
I used to ignore my blessings to chase things or people who didn’t care.
When elders describe the best things about their lives, it’s always joys that were always there.
People, places, moments, never money or these things we aim to achieve.
So my list is just those three, & if brings me peace, It can get a piece.
I can’t believe I ever felt God was far away with my friends and family so close.
So look around, there’s a lot more God & therapists in your life than you probably know.

When we’re coloring we don’t always stay within the lines.
The painting of our lives often leads to colors we never thought we’d find.
I cried, a lot, while you assumed I was obsessed with unknown hands & salary ranges.
We’ve been taught life is a paper & pen where we don’t get to make changes.
One of the most puzzling experiences is looking through 100s of pictures wondering where the love went.
But I guess when we take the air out of something we don’t really get to vent.
It’s not always so obvious, still the trombone still needs the sound from the piccolo.
Everyone sees the art on the wall, never the countless hours in the studio.
You can’t erase a crayon, but we can choose to keep coloring, keep adding colors.
Grey skies can’t wash away the colorful schemes we created for each other.

The canvas did wash away, that’s true.
But why let them say I painted nothing for you?
When I painted any dream you wanted me to.

Yes, we know there are wars
While the cost of living soars
We know there are scandals
About the political shambles
But…why aren’t we talking about climate?

We know about inflation
And the economy’s grim destination
We know about Brexit
And the gossip about Megxit
But…why aren’t we talking about climate?

We see petrol costs rise
And dwindling supplies
The poor have got poorer
Our children insecurer
So, why aren’t we talking about climate?

Our home is the earth
Where all mothers give birth
And all the earth gives
Enables each human to live
So, why aren’t we talking about climate?

News stories mean nothing  
If the planet is boiling
1.5 draws near
Our future unclear
So, why aren’t we talking about climate?

There still is some hope
If people take note
And demand of Earth’s leaders
That immediate change that is needed
So, let’s make sure that they also talk about climate

Please sign and share this petition - at 100,000 signatures the Government will be required to debate this issue and maybe the UK can do something special before we handover our COP responsibility.  Thank you very much!  https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/615537

I paint my canvas with my eyes closed, envisioning you.
The perfect stencil, a flawless inspiration there is no revision to.
A smile bright as the desert, an attraction like the Grand Canyon.
They say when you sky dive you can’t believe you were so scared when you finally land.
I have this paint 30 thousand miles up, I’m inspired & I’m shaking.
Still I paint the sky red like the 6:30pm photos all the tourists are taking.
You come home to see Arizona, when I look at you I see Arizona.
This is home to some of the most beautiful flowers & when I hug you I smell that aroma.
I just got promoted but this is the most alive I’ve felt this year.
Who knew this is what they meant when they said I’d melt out here.

It's hard accepting the way the hands on a clock touches others.
While I was chasing my dreams to spoil them, I lost both my grandmothers.
Is there a such thing as wasted time?
The best things in life are usually at the end of of a line.
We cherish it because we'd have to wait again to do it twice.
Maybe that's why God put heaven at the end of life.
I want kids, but I hold off hoping my numbers could be bolder.
Then every time I see my mom, I remember she's getting older.
I put my faith in you, I put my faith in a tick.
Then you and the time disappeared, why do we trust things we can't predict?
What are we waiting for? We all have a day they're wearing black.
Sometimes I stare at clocks & wonder if time is staring back.
We were born into this measurement and forced to adopt.
all of our tears dropping on glass & hands, standing on clocks.

What a difference a year makes.
We should focus more on all the things time gives, not what It takes.
Memories are in the past but if you have time  they can be created again.
We take losses but we find new smiles, new passions, and new friends.
Rewind the clock 12 months, I’d find myself in Chicago with a broken heart drowning in tequila.
Time is the ultimate inspiration, time is the ultimate healer.
It’s slow when we’re in pain & fast when we hear our favorite song.
But when we fall in love with time, there’s nothing that takes too long.
I know, we’re scared to love time because it’s destined for a breakup one day.
The end gives the story meaning, isn’t that why love is so beautiful anyway?

What a difference a year makes.