My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold
I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
I don’t see much the future I don’t remember past I only know this present A gift, that too, shall pass
Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra
You’re the bestest bud Anyone could love And your soul shines through All the doom and gloom Fortunate to have
What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.
Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile
I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do
Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life
There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean
Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works
Working towards Common goals
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
