For those that doubt me
My body is shaking...
Tired of the games that people put me in.
Wasting their time...
They are only building up my resilience piece by piece.
My body just shakes more...
Shaking from the exhaustion, I am put through.
Waiting for the last strike...
Waiting for the death of my spirit, that seems inevitable...
And waiting for a reprieve to spare my spirit...
Ever so vigilant, ever so ready to make my counterstrike.
I'm set ablaze and walk out of the flames.
Unscathed like the fire burning inside my heart.
I'm stronger than the icy touch of those who trespass upon my path.
I melt the icy hearts that most people carry.
I am the lion, I am the phoenix, I am RESILIENT!!
My courage comes out of my fear of taking a stand.
My courage is in my own strength and selflessness.
My warm-blooded heart is what cures the sad and lonely.
The warmth from my kindness heals and attacks like venom when needed.
When I return to my den... I return victorious.
Victorious and fearful of retaliation.
The games I was put in made me increasingly vigilant.
Vigilant...
Vulnerable...
Grateful to be alive and unscathed...
I stepped out of the fire...
The fire in my heart is ever-growing and helps my body keep going.
My body shakes...
From never knowing what is around the next corner.
My heart wondering how much more it can take...
Before the fire is put out...
Monday, April 30, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
Run Through the Rain
Rolling down the freeway going home from college
I never thought I'd be taking a trip to the hospital.
My daddy came to get me and brought me to the junkyard
where the sheriff told me I had rolled my S10 six times.
It was long drive home and I finally got to see my mama.
She held me tight as I started to cry.
And for the first time in a long while I felt alive.
Along this long, twisting road we call life
There will be heartbreaks, side aches, and mountains to climb.
We all go through the same old storm that only farmers could pray for.
There is no mistaking that we all have to run through the rain.
There's a woman down the street whose dreams got shot down.
She had two kids and a husband who was out of control.
She tries to run away, but can't seem to get out.
She ain't fooling anyone when she's been drinking
that whiskey down all day.
But problems don't just go away, you just got to live
with the road you chose.
Along this long, twisting road we call life,
There will be punches thrown, dreams knocked down, and rent to pay.
We all go through the same old storm that only farmers could pray for.
There's no mistaking that we all have to run through the rain.
No matter where life might take us.
We're all every bit the same.
And God let's us know that everyday we live.
Along this long, twisting road we call life,
There will be our family, friends, and Heaven above.
We all go through the same old storm that only farmers could pray for.
There's no mistaking that we all have to run through the rain.
Just rain through the rain.
I never thought I'd be taking a trip to the hospital.
My daddy came to get me and brought me to the junkyard
where the sheriff told me I had rolled my S10 six times.
It was long drive home and I finally got to see my mama.
She held me tight as I started to cry.
And for the first time in a long while I felt alive.
Along this long, twisting road we call life
There will be heartbreaks, side aches, and mountains to climb.
We all go through the same old storm that only farmers could pray for.
There is no mistaking that we all have to run through the rain.
There's a woman down the street whose dreams got shot down.
She had two kids and a husband who was out of control.
She tries to run away, but can't seem to get out.
She ain't fooling anyone when she's been drinking
that whiskey down all day.
But problems don't just go away, you just got to live
with the road you chose.
Along this long, twisting road we call life,
There will be punches thrown, dreams knocked down, and rent to pay.
We all go through the same old storm that only farmers could pray for.
There's no mistaking that we all have to run through the rain.
No matter where life might take us.
We're all every bit the same.
And God let's us know that everyday we live.
Along this long, twisting road we call life,
There will be our family, friends, and Heaven above.
We all go through the same old storm that only farmers could pray for.
There's no mistaking that we all have to run through the rain.
Just rain through the rain.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Life
There is no cure for how we feel.
Yet some folks think the only out
is by looking down a loaded gun
With the whispers of those who'd done wrong to them.
Some don't realize their lives meant more
Than they thought it did.
Life is what you make it out to be.
Live it as you please and let no one take control.
Because all you need is an old guitar,
Some good friends,
And a fifth of Jack.
Yeah, that's life.
It just gets better as we go along.
It's never too late to go back to the good times you had.
Because they're still left inside of us.
It takes the greatest courage to dig down deep to move on.
Life is what you make it out to be.
Live it as you please and let no one take control.
Because all you need is an old guitar,
A good love,
And a fifth of Jack.
Yeah, that's life...
One day we'll find that hope
And easier ways to cope.
One day soon we'll all live freely
And be who we ought to be
Life is what you make it out to be.
Live it as you please and let no one take control.
Because all you need is an old guitar,
Some good friend,
A good love,
And a fifth of Jack.
Yeah, that's life....
That's life...
Yet some folks think the only out
is by looking down a loaded gun
With the whispers of those who'd done wrong to them.
Some don't realize their lives meant more
Than they thought it did.
Life is what you make it out to be.
Live it as you please and let no one take control.
Because all you need is an old guitar,
Some good friends,
And a fifth of Jack.
Yeah, that's life.
It just gets better as we go along.
It's never too late to go back to the good times you had.
Because they're still left inside of us.
It takes the greatest courage to dig down deep to move on.
Life is what you make it out to be.
Live it as you please and let no one take control.
Because all you need is an old guitar,
A good love,
And a fifth of Jack.
Yeah, that's life...
One day we'll find that hope
And easier ways to cope.
One day soon we'll all live freely
And be who we ought to be
Life is what you make it out to be.
Live it as you please and let no one take control.
Because all you need is an old guitar,
Some good friend,
A good love,
And a fifth of Jack.
Yeah, that's life....
That's life...
Monday, April 9, 2012
Time Will Pass
For Gramma Myers
There's always a reason why she held her head high.
Watching the time fly by and watching her kids grow up fast.
Soon after she adopted my mother,
tragedy hit them, and grandpa got cancer and dies soon after.
They all were in awe as their hearts broke in two.
This is why she's so strong and brave.
She never rants or raves.
Praying to God for nothing more to happen.
She always said, 'The time will pass on by.'
Thirty-two years passed without another heartbreak.
But five year back on Halloween her house burnt down
in a flash.
Her heart broke as she watched all those memories
being burnt away.
No one is sure how she's persevered through it all.
This is why she's so strong and brave.
She never rants and raves.
Praying to God for nothing more to happen.
She always said, 'The time will pass on by.'
She has changed lives.
She has given love to everyone.
She has done so much to be reliable.
She's strong and brave.
She'd never ranted or raved.
Always praying to God for nothing more to happen.
Always saying, 'The time will pass on by.'
The time will pass... on by.
There's always a reason why she held her head high.
Watching the time fly by and watching her kids grow up fast.
Soon after she adopted my mother,
tragedy hit them, and grandpa got cancer and dies soon after.
They all were in awe as their hearts broke in two.
This is why she's so strong and brave.
She never rants or raves.
Praying to God for nothing more to happen.
She always said, 'The time will pass on by.'
Thirty-two years passed without another heartbreak.
But five year back on Halloween her house burnt down
in a flash.
Her heart broke as she watched all those memories
being burnt away.
No one is sure how she's persevered through it all.
This is why she's so strong and brave.
She never rants and raves.
Praying to God for nothing more to happen.
She always said, 'The time will pass on by.'
She has changed lives.
She has given love to everyone.
She has done so much to be reliable.
She's strong and brave.
She'd never ranted or raved.
Always praying to God for nothing more to happen.
Always saying, 'The time will pass on by.'
The time will pass... on by.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Idaho: My Oasis
There's nothing like sitting in a tree
an a cold spring day.
Nothing like the cold mountain air on your skin.
The stream calmly rolling by.
Not a care in the world.
Aside from the blatant bigotry,
Idaho is a beautiful place.
Pine trees everywhere,
and they are like a soft blanket of green.
Moss softly covering them from trunk to canopy.
Birds chirping a sweet song of spring.
Living a purely happy life.
I wish I could just run away into the dense woods.
Nothing, but the birds, the trees, the cold,
and surviving on my own.
Away from life...
Away from the civilization...
Away from everything...
I need to climb a tree and sleep.
Sleep on the cushions of moss.
Listening to a calming stream and a
sweet song of the jays.
an a cold spring day.
Nothing like the cold mountain air on your skin.
The stream calmly rolling by.
Not a care in the world.
Aside from the blatant bigotry,
Idaho is a beautiful place.
Pine trees everywhere,
and they are like a soft blanket of green.
Moss softly covering them from trunk to canopy.
Birds chirping a sweet song of spring.
Living a purely happy life.
I wish I could just run away into the dense woods.
Nothing, but the birds, the trees, the cold,
and surviving on my own.
Away from life...
Away from the civilization...
Away from everything...
I need to climb a tree and sleep.
Sleep on the cushions of moss.
Listening to a calming stream and a
sweet song of the jays.
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