P.R.A.Y.

Digging roses from your grave.
Lift my head from the leaves.
The nightmares are gone.
Heaven holds a home for me.
I hope you have found your faith.

Whenever I think, I think of time and how much I have of it.
I hope God understands that every time I write, I pray to Him.
I hope the love of my Life knows, the only reason I am alive is because of her.
Life comes and goes, so live well.
I have never been more happy to live my life, not for the things I have experienced, but for my soul to express.
My soul, that I have been imprisoning for so long.

We all are the same if we just take the time to show it.
And it's so beautiful, it is the most beautiful thing we can feel.

I am tired of proving whose right and whose wrong.
Maybe one day these armies will lay down their guard and take on the waves with me, take on all of them.
And if it ends, let it be the end.
But let it be the end where we will stand to face the unknowing as one.
No enemies here, no circle of loved ones.
A unity of souls, from a grain of sand, in the hourglass of life.
I will help you get there.
I will help you get there.
Godspeed.

 

"PEACE. RHYTHM. AND. YOU."