I hope you never reach
The day
Where you are lost for words
Because they're tangled up in
Agony.

I hope you never reach
The point
Where your innocence of
The world is
Robbed.

I hope you choose
Your friends and
Lovers wisely
So that you never have to
Discover what it feels like
To see those who you believed
Would take a bullet for you
Dance behind the
Trigger.

Waiting for results
Itching to consult
The fears I have fallen
The fears are growing sullen
Waiting to continue
The fears I'm buried into

But only to retrieve
The dirt that's underneath
Thinking I'm broken
I believe that's under spoken

So leaf subsides to decay
And people attempt to stay
In a world no black nor white
In a world that's painted grey

I hear Jesus here.
In this radio - penetrating the holy silence.
In the little girls yelling - playing cards games to celebrate a birthday.
In my boyfriend's frustrated puffs of breath - as he wrestles with homework.
I feel Jesus here.
In the warm air - the ovens heating the frigid Seattle weather.
In the pillows - holding my head up, like the air up above water.
I know Jesus here.
I know Jesus.
I know.
He Knows me.

How can I say i love to watch the sun
when everyday starts with lost and pain
I do believe that love is like a gun
cause everyday is like a never gain
how beautiful are the lies you told
in every single one I put my trust
how could I ever thought your heart was gold
and now in all my thoughts I see distrust
you know and well you know, now i don't love
you must be so proud of what you done
you destroyed every single piece of love
you monster, you don't know what you've done
how could I ever let someone in
you broke everything that was within

Please help pray for Paris. I feel so helpless and sad tonight. I wish it wasn´t real.

Paris

Friday night in Budapest
Music echoing in a bar
A man and woman well dressed
Walking towards their car

Friday night in Paris
Sirens echoing in the street
Chaos rapidly embowering bliss
Ground shaking under running feet

Friday night in Oslo
Laughter and good wine
Tall candlesticks standing aglow
Faces losing track of time

Friday night in Paris
Laughter twisting into cries
Searching for those you miss
As black smoke fills the skies

Friday night in Berlin
Together watching a football game
Hoping that your team will win
Cheering with a poster of their name

Friday night in Paris
Blood on the big green field
Lying on the ground alive you wish
That it simply isn't real

Friday night in London
Going out with a friend
Hearing the ringing of big ben
Thinking of how much to spend

Friday night in Paris
Crowds shattered by gunshots and hate
On your knees filled with anguish
You loved, but now it is too late

Friday night in Rome
Midnight walks under the sky
Couples together, walking home
Others turning to say goodbye

Friday night in Paris
Hate took away the morning
No words can fix this
Or dry the tears of the mourning