the end
is at the beginning
the beginning
is at the end
the middle
is round and round
and full of pies
i wish i could be a circle
more than just the middle

the complainer's eye is blind to all that is kind and loved and beautiful and delicious, how horrible an affliction...it must be an addiction

within perfection
tested and raw
the critic's eye
will find flaw

this world
will try to dim your light
yours and mine
Shine Lizzie Shine
this world
will try to slow you down
you're far far from done
Run Lizzie Run
this world
may knock you down
aim higher than the sky
Fly Lizzie Fly
this world
is not as strong as you
angels watch from above
Love Lizzie Love

how strong
the words that mocked Him
the thorns that crowned Him
the scourge that slashed Him
the nails and spear that pierced Him
the cross that held Him
how weak
the grave that couldn't keep Him

you want me to say it
but you don't
you want me to do it
but you don't
you need me
but you don't
you don't
and it's your loss

believe none of what you hear
half of what you see
and absolutely none of what you hear from me