“Who cares if one more light goes out?”

I need a little room to breathe cause I am one step closer to the edge. And I’m about to break.

Time is a valuable thing. Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings. Watch it count down to the end of the day, the clock ticks life away!

I’m tired of being what you want me to be, feeling so faithless, lost under the surface. Don’t know what you’re expecting of me, put under the pressure of walking in your shoes.

And you think compassion’s a flaw And you’ll never let it show and you’re sure you’ve hurt in a way that no one will ever know.

In my opinion, the best fans on the planet really did put us where we are.

The very worst part of you is me.

There was a really strong and intense bond with a lot of those early fans, some of whom became what we call lifers.

But trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed.

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection.

What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way.

All I want to do, is be more like me, and less like you.

I don’t like to hold back, because that’s how you hurt yourself.

Never forget the blood sweat and tears, the uphill struggle over years the fear and, trash talking and the people it was to, and the people that started it just like you.

The sun doesn’t give light to the moon, assuming the moon’s gonna owe it one.

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection.

I’m losing what I don’t deserve.

The early morning belongs to the Church of the risen Christ. At the break of light it remembers the morning on which death and sin lay prostrate in defeat and new life and salvation were given to mankind.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

We’re being trained through our incarnations–trained to seek love, trained to seek light, trained to see the grace in suffering.

Sometimes, we are stuck in the dark for so long, we sometimes forget what light looks like, what hope and love feel like.

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.

Just because you are seeing divine light, experiencing waves of bliss, or conversing with Gods and Goddesses is no reason to not know your zip code.

Great men are meteors designed to burn so that earth may be lighted.

It was the special purpose of Christ’s appearance upon earth to bring immortality to light.