You search in their expressive eyes, waiting to see the difference that brings them joy...

No effort is pointless

I am just a borrowed book...

They have no sense of direction to their true home...

At the end of the day, I choose to love you...

He is the One who has made all the difference.

Physically we all die, but some of us die emotionally...

And it hurts to hope, when you never show up.

Never have I ever felt safe...

You think that if you have nothing left to give then you aren't needed anymore...

When I was younger I was afraid to sleep with my mouth open...

I watched powder rule my father's world...

I walk into a home full of friends...

You tell me I am sick, you tell me I am weak...

I borrowed your book, so that I would have to return it.

To you I mean nothing...

Your whistle whispers words of fear...

If you're a dove, then I'm a crow