To Plant a Seed

The intent. I intend. The intentions of one will guide. I strive to speak what I have learned and learn from those I see. To step out of this life is my ambition. To speak out and show you what I have seen. I am one voice amidst the shouts of many. I

I always knew I'd never reach perfection, and if I ever did then I wasn't trying hard enough. Because there is always something more to reach for. And every end is just the start to something else. I think that if we ever stopped seeking out what it

I've been sleeping on stones My mistakes are easier made a second time And I can't move on since I've closed my eyes Since I've closed my eyes I've cut off myself from everybody else To move on is to grow I know the way to go Yet I can't bring myself

Mindless. This mindless flesh that devours, it keeps me bound at the bottom. And to live in this flesh will keep me bound by myself. Hollowed out your heart to live this way. Was it that hard to let love fade? Lashing out, yet reserved. The mindless

This is a poison everyone knows It runs through my rivers. Created and cured by the same, and it will flow. Tear through these holds, and rip away my heart. With an effort so constrained, this is the venom in my veins. This is the venom in my veins,

Show me your hands, Let me wash them clean. Show me your hands, Let me wash them clean. We all need this to be renewed, After time and wear. We're broken statues. Vines intertwined around your insides. Hold you down. You beg for restoration. Your bes

We've planted a seed, an ever growing wonder to a beautiful tree. Grow. Each branch outstretched and different from the last. Where the old have broken, some easier than the last. The right ones have grown in to fill in the gaps. And all are equal in

Dreams We Came As Romans This is my deepest dream. This is how I show you my love. (My love, my love) This is him speaking to me. This is me speaking to you. (My love, my love) This is him speaking through me to you. This is him speaking through me t

I am the man in the mirror. My reflection, I aspire to be. In your reflection what do you see? False fault or a masterpiece? But a masterpiece starts with a single stroke and empires start in an open field. (I am the man in the mirror) But a masterpi

You are so far away* And it strains on me to hear your voice everyday. You never know what you have until you're gone, So when it's over and I'm on way my back home, It feels like days before I'm next to you again. This is how we love. You're so far