She tried to fade by holding her breath,
But yet he rescued her with a laugh.
He'd awoken a fire, set her soul ablaze...
To give her faith that she was the light that could ***** out darkness.
The kind that plagues the bones.

But what did she know, those stories in her head were so familiar.
It's like a merry go round of faded images with rewritten captions,
That covay fallacies all of which were imaginary.

Her bones tainted, faith shattered but she still fought for love.
His heart sang a song that only she could hear.
It's a lesson that within pain is love and deeper understanding.
Life is truly the pursuit of love, where you find happiness you find the thing you love.

Its constant melancholy living in a city.
Your contained between faded yellow lines and blinking red lights.
I yearn for the crisp January moon that isn't drowning in faded street lights and exhaust fumes.
I miss staring out into the misty meadow damp with dew
where fawns grazed lightly and I tip toed away.
Where is the forest that I used to wander,
where I got lost on trails with my father.
Our hearts are wild,
that's why their caged.
But this heart can't be tamed...

Deflated like the air mattress below me;
a haze was spinning within my head.
Inhale... exhale it said,
come closer if you will.
For this night is vacant and lonesome,
come give me a thrill.

I battled within my sheets,
for space with my anxiety to sleep.
Turned to counting rhythm and beat
of the broken teenagers on the street.

maybe the meaning of life is to never stop exploring and learning.
to be one with what is real and resort back to what we were mean't to be...
wild.
humans striving for something,
not just breathing and living for nothing.
give reason to living,
be part of something.
life is bigger than you can see
or comprehend.
open your eyes to what is really at hand.
join the pursuit of understanding
what it is to human,
the pursuit of what it is to be.
all i need is faith and what God gave me.

He jumps forward
she free flows through the sound
the yelling surrounds her
slowly as she hit the ground

Baby I love you,
she recalls as she brushes her knees.
Her son grabs his father
tears rushing down his face
its an all true reality
from love to hate

I've seen the bruises
I've seen the scars
of broken children with doubt in their heart

Look at that.
You see that!?
The fog rising from the valley,
the river winding,
disappearing around the bend.
The mountains like a card castle,
fragile yet mighty.
Lonesome yet the least lonely.
For the moss beneath your feet is living, the soils leaching, and goats leaping and breathing.
On top the crest you lay your head. Eyes turned to the north,
as flickering lights turn to a dusty milky way.
My heart outstrecthed, vulnerable for the Lords taking.
I believe in your beauty but they think im faking.
My dreams are your dreams,
My riches are your riches,
My love is your love,
My heart is your heart.
Amen.

Little money.
No bed to rest your body.
Just boxes of your life
waiting to move again and again...
Packed away are my anxieties.
The pressure within my head.
The lump within my throat.
I would cry if I didn't choke.
I hear the children,
they pray to be older, pray to be 23.
Little do the see the domino effect from abuse to sobriety.
Struggles come bundled like presents under the tree.
I tell myself tomorrow will rise a better me.
It's hard to let go, the stress from the outside to within.
Tell myself tomorrow I will rise a stronger woman.
I will rise mighty with the grace of the Lord.
It will be alright...