Do not fall in love with a woman who loves the same music you do, because when she leaves, music is all you have left, then even your passion for music, begins to betray you.

The love of God is greater far
Than tounge or pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell

The guilty pair,
bowed down with care
God gave His Son to win
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin

When time on earth shall pass away
And worldly thrones
And kingdoms fall
When all men here refuse to pray
On rocks and hills
and mountains call

God's love so sure will yet endure
All measureless and strong
Redeeming Grace to Adam's race
The saint's and angel's song

Were all the oceans with ink filled
And the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade

To write the love of God above
Would drain the oceans dry
Nor could the scroll
Containthe whole
Though stretched from sky to sky

O love of God, so rich and pure
So measureless and strong
It will forevermore endure
The saint's and angel's song

Partially written by
F.M. Lehman

Hatred.
Bigotry.
Audacity.
Loss of freedom.
Dignity.
Colour identities.
Racism and religion.
Wobbly football world.
Kick it.
Love all.
Dig decency.
Care compassion.
World wide, high fashion.
Smashing borders.
Obeying orders.
(C) Livvi

Another new year,
But it's still not the same.
I'd rather relive an old year,
One where I can hear you say my name.

You know
You just know
It's that moment
The moment blade pierces skin
You know
You just know

Your whole body
It just knows
That's the moment
Yes,
The moment

Your hands start shaking
But for once
Just once
Your mind is clear

You know
You just know
That moment
The exact moment
That blade pierces skin
The moment
You were waiting for

*You just know

My english teacher says
You **** at writing

My math teacher says
You're gonna fail

My history teacher says
Go to sleep

My science teacher says
Just get out

Yet they still want me to learn
*How am I supposed to do that?

When I was small
I walked on fairy dust and
my dreams were as tall
as skyscrapers towering
above the universe
inside of me, was the galaxy.
I was born of the cosmos,
full of light and love
passionate in my quest to
give this to others.
But as I grew my star began to fade,
stars need love and light to survive
and deprived of both my blazing fire
transformed into weak candlelight.
At school I had learnt it was easier
to hide your light
than to stand out as different
and be extinguished in an instant.
So I kept myself to myself
at the back of the class,
knowing the answers but not
shouting them out.
I daydreamed, and doodled
stars on the corners
of my books, all the while
I could hear the universe
calling out to me to trust,
that we are all born of this
cosmic stardust.