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Faith Is what you make of it And I can tell you what I believe a million times Because I will never get tired of expressing my love But what you believe Is something entirely different Is something only you can express Is something I cannot choose for you Only He can, and only if it is His will I cannot force you into anything I can tell you what I believe a million times Because I will never get tired of expressing it But what you express Is confusing, and sometimes not even you understand I cannot make a stand for you I can help you stand, but you need to find your own feet And I can see you, sometimes Poking through the wo

I am loved and in love, but not by the same people. I believe in a loving Father and His children, who look out for each other regardless of whether or not I've met them in person. I believe that if I can't fix everything, He can, and He will show me what to do and when to back off. I believe in the power of words rather than weapons. I believe in friendships and the power of a spoken voice rather than words typed into a text box. I believe in emoticons. I believe in music, unicorns, dragons, fairies, pixies, fauns, elves, magic, sunshine, smiles, fluff, sap, and that the sun will come out tomorrow. And I believe that if you close your

Let me in A thousand voices cry from one soul One melody A unison Let me in Stop blocking me Adds harmony Stop blocking me Cries alto Stop ignoring me What's wrong? What's wrong? Hums bass Let me in, tenor echoes A full ensemble Let me in. Stop ignoring me. Let me in. What's wrong. Dom Dom Teel teel teel Percussion. A frantic heartbeat Dom dom dom De de dom. Irregular Accenting a truth Let me in, cries the choir I can't, wail the drums A thousand voices crash to a crescendo What is wrong what is wrong? What is wrong? An African melody An American economy I wish you could hear me.

I am running from something and I don't know what it is I am running so fast my feet don't touch the ground I am grounded and afraid and my soul will not start moving I am fleeing so fast that I can't be found I am stopped up with a wall of emotive memories Too hard and painful to let anything through Listless, restless, I pace on the other side Burying further in my shell Running too fast for me to tell I am hiding There is a part of me the world never sees Bound hand and foot and tied somewhere inside of me I want to let it out and break my self-inflicted chains I want these weights to drop. I am afraid I try to look forwards