The sadness sinks in, as the apple falls right from the tree
Into a grave, filled with ashes and the broken pieces of promises made
Where once before, there were passion and praise
Now lies only sadness and the tears to wash the memories away
And as the day dawns, no I don't want to see the sun again
Even though I have to, because you'll never see your son again
You'll never hear the words of us mere mortals who barely knew you
The ones who tried so desperately to stop the pain from ripping through you
The only words left for you to hear are those of God now
As an angel you won't concern yourself with our questions of How
Because it was never for us to know
It is only for those who's souls are above, and bodies below

I was stuck at the bottom of a well, looking up
Grating my hands across the damp walls, in futility they got cut
I had never felt such humility in all my life, the hurt and the price I would pay for trying to find the water in the first place
Then it came to me, and I came to see, gave one last desperate plea
Because the circle of light at the top grew darker but never extinguished
And I thought of all you'd been through, and through those thoughts I came to
The realization I wasn't finished, oh no my time had just begun
Because I can only imagine how you recovered, kept the faith and held the brightness of life inside your smile
Even when so many people acted vile and tried to rip your soul away
And if you never gave up, I'd be ****** if I died in that well
I'd be ****** if I didn't fight through the fires of my own hell
I felt God then, and from his hand I drank the water I so desperately needed
I tore at the walls with my soul until my own hell was quelled and defeated
Then, as I lay gasping, hanging over the lip of the pit that had taken so much of my blood and spit
I raised my eyes to the sky, because I refused to die, and and angel came down and soothed all my scars
That angel, well she looked so very much like you, the life inside her smile was one and the same
As the life we had fought for, the life I had seen in you
The grass was green, the dew was clear, the moon was bright and there was no fear
Inside my heart, anymore, no all I had left was love
The love I still have for you

I wake up in the morning, I drag myself out of bed
Sometimes I don't know where I am
Why I feel the way I feel, why I do the things I do
In those moments, when I can't find it, for inspiration I look to you
And I gather up my strength, it comes in waves against the shore
Just as you do when you don't know if you can take anymore
Then I hit my knees, I pray to never lose the sight of what we share
Lose the feeling that is without equal, to which nothing can compare
Then I'm standing there, inhaling cold smoke into my lungs
Thinking of all the things we've never said or never done
Thinking of our future, or sometimes cringing at my past
Because back then I was alone but now I have found this love at last
And so I cast all my fears and doubts into the sea
Before they bury me, no I will not let us drown
I'll lift you as you lift me when I am feeling down
And I'll kiss you as you kiss me and there needn't be a sound
Except for our beating hearts and breathing, well that may be a little loud
Because I see you in my minds eye and I gasp, yes you take my breath away
I swear I love you more at the dawning of each day, and it's okay
For us to be imperfect as we are, because the carnage of our baggage has left us covered with a million tiny scars
We've come so far, and now it's time for us to heal, for us to learn
That though love is just a tiny little word
That can be uttered in an instant, can be spoken from some distance
It's true meaning is infinite and when it sparks it burns persistent
Your strength and inspiration keep the fire ever growing in my heart
As long as it doesn't burn out we will never have to part
And like art, which is understood by only a very few
Our love beautiful and growing, the perfect amalgam of me and you

When I'm out carrying the message and I'm counting all my blessings
Don't ever doubt in your heart that I'm counting right on you
When I'm in my head and stressing or finding things upsetting
That is when your words strike right through
My heart, god it can be such a depressing place
And my shoulders, they are tired from bearing all the weight
Of the suffering of others, I place it squarely on myself
But I have come to find that you are of the greatest help
Yes, you are always there for me when I cannot help myself
And the abundance of wealth that springs from what we share
Even when I can't see you I always feel you standing there
When the pain is too much to bear
And when I feel like I'm about to break
When I question how much more I can take
The strength of your love envelopes my heart
Steels my soul, so that I can walk through the fire another time
Whenever I do it, when I make it through it
I always find you waiting with open arms on the other side
When you share your worries with me, of karma gone wrong
Doubts of whether what we have is real or strong
I need you to know that though we have promises and sweet words
When the times get dark I won't forget what I've heard
I won't forget what you've done
I'll never leave you alone, unless the heavens above
Open up, and rip me from your grasp
The hand of God is the only thing our love won't outlast
So keep holding me close, and I'll keep holding you
Through the trials and tribulations of all we've been through
I'll never break again
I'll never break on you

The little kid had nothing to do with it
Lying on the sidewalk, bleeding life onto the pavement
I want go back in time, see his face as he heard
The sound before the bullet hit
And split into tiny fragments like memories
Do you think his place in heaven is assured?
I don't think he will get in, no his life was too cheap
All this over forty pieces of paper owed to the street
Forty worthless nothings, well they don't mean ****
Blasted away by senseless hate while the real target sits
All strung out, forty feet away
Later on the ****** celebrates, it wasn't his day
He lay on the pavement, a modern day Jesus
Sacrificed for a modern day Judas
Forty pieces of paper for a life isn't ****
So many lives impacted as the bullet hits
I want to look into his eyes as the impact occurs
Does his soul pour out, does he see what he's worth?
Forty pieces of paper, a senseless crime
The shooter still loose, never to face time
The modern Judas thought that low sum was worth
while the modern Jesus is forever cursed