“You plant flowers In the darkest parts Of me, and then you bathe me in your light. Thank you for Helping me grow.”

I couldn’t dream of loving you anymore than I already do, Yet every day I wake up so much more in love with you.

Sometimes the words call out to me often waking me from a dream, And other times – Leaving me stranded within one.

I can’t help myself but stare off into empty space I don’t know where else to search for you, And I miss you so much.

When will we learn to respect one another, when will our egos learn to take a seat?

Don’t let anyone tame the wild horses that stampede inside your heart.

I may be incapable of adding Any moments onto our lives, Nor taking back my mistakes. But I could never ponder subtracting even a minute from our lives together.

I’ve become almost professional, at pushing the feelings aside, away, afar. It’s not hard at all, in fact, It’s a chore to feel anything at all.

Seasons change, With my heart along For the ride.

I love the idea of those Who sing in the car; Dance while they eat; Laugh at their own mistakes. I envy these people So in love with just existing.

Your Smile, that smile you beam From cheek to cheek, Has such a way of leaving me weak.

Don’t force yourself into crevices that are much too small For your big, wild heart.

The moon screams, “You’re running out of time,” But perhaps tomorrow is only A new beginning.

Maybe our story didn’t end the way we planned but, Neither did the beginning. Regardless, our story will remain as one of my fondest memories.

I’ve grown tired of playing the warrior In the battle between me And my demons.

It breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?

I truly believe that we amount to what we contribute to the world, But lately, everyone seems more concerned with taking.

When it is dark, it seems to me as if I were dying, and I can’t think any more.

Our records, if you have a dark sense of humor, were funny, but our records weren’t about comedy. They were about protests, fantasy, confrontation and all that.

Every time I stray away from the Lord’s word, I find emptiness and darkness.

I can fade to darkness too. Through fear or want or need, its true. If only to escape the truth; that loneliness abides with you.

We’re all going to have tests in our life… We never know when that test comes, but we know we have to be prepared for it. We’re all going to be tested. The dark energy is going to knock on all of our doors.

You’ll be what keeps me awake at night. Ignescent in the dark and impossibly my happiness.

No one in the final analysis really fails to become a Christian because of lack of arguments; he fails to become a Christian because he loves darkness rather than light and wants nothing to do with God.

Why are humans so afraid to break, when it is stunning on the other side.