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She rises with the morning, She lights all that she sees, Her warming rays embrace me, Reminding me of my worth.   She never stops her shining, She dries all of my tears,
My path laid hidden before me,  too tangled by thorned vines  to spark within me a desire to discover what waited beyond the masked trail.  Instead, I paced outside the entrance of my beckoning path 
One week does not seem like nearly enough time   Not enough time to build a house Not enough time to truly find a way to love those around you
Health was Failing, Falling, Losing.   Spirit was  Depressed, Distressed, Low.   I couldn't  See The light Ahead,   Though I Had
I Wish Upon a lot of the stars in the sky To become and to bloom and expand into something that I could never be right now I just want to go To go run across the earth and pump my legs as fast as I can
This place is too good The honors too great. The Best of the Best The Best and the Brightest.   That’s what they said.  
Dust swirls around my face My shirt sticks, reluctant to release my back Hot sun covers everything, and brightens the area
Hope, a hallow word nothing without hands or heart.   Each day awakens children cry stock markets crumble the world is a lie.   But to imagine a world
I want to share a life lessonThat took me time to see:How choices make the world go roundAnd how it starts with me
                      I take a step closer and I look at Him in awe.               So pure and divine.               Creater of my world, Savior of my life.             Only for You, I would kill with a knife.
In school we learn so many things We learn the rules, the terms, the strings. We learn what is wrong and how to get it right. We learn the facts that have governed life In math we get the formulas to solve
There is no need. For your kind words. It was an HONOR . To have served. In the United States Marine Corps Of the Nation of my birth. My four uncles in my family.
When my dad lets me borrow the car I don't even have to drive far As soon as the car is on I turn up my favorite song As soon as I arrive, I embrace the others who have already arrived With hugs
one, moment that changed our lives. as you told me the news  Holding my hand  Two seconds for it to sink in  I let the tears fall three days before you left walking away from us leaving 
If minutes passed like hours, you'd never have gone away. 
What is an education? It is factual, theoretical, practical, or negligable, does it enlighten, brighten, heighten, or deepen the degree and impact that is actually accredited.
You slap me, hit me, and rape me like a hound. Do you think I am your toy? Am I your pet you can treat in any manner you wish? You put me to run around the fields in the snow, the heat, and the thunderstorms.
Everyday I see the tradgedies around me, But yet I never think to change something that is within my own range.  To provide love and happiness  to those that only know fear and lonlieness, 
What is a stereotype? The god fearing religious girl Who has an addiction to a razor and suicidal thoughts?  The blond blue eyed cheerleader who has an eating disorder  And a dad that beats her?
I'm a pacifist. But I have been in my share of battles. The enemy? Myself.   Merciless self-destruction, and a murderous mind Sending bombs of hate, and landlines of lies.  
I have become a nobody,I am on a road to nothingness.This road is made of pills and blades,
These scars tell my past
Empathy is better than sympathy, sympathy is the back bone in "common courtesy". However, in this 2014 world, humans seem to deny and reject the love each one deserves.
You have heard it said so many times Each time I hear it my determination climbs Chase your dreams don't let them get away For if you do in the end you will pay So go out in the world and make a name for yourself
Picking at her bloody wounds There she hides inside her room Reliving that awful night Shes sinking, drowning, drenched in frieght tears stain her mournful eyes wishing what she heard were lies  
We prepare long and hard Sweating and in pain We arrive and the the air is dry and stiff I hear no language that I know And acknowledge my detachment from familiarity  We arrive to our new home After a bumpy ride In a run-down, old, moldy bus The
Take me back to the days of a Ghanaian sunset. When hope dwelled above the waters of despair And I gazed into the eyes of a sinking soul. Where trust and fear were honest and pure --
Often times I tend to find That all the times we fight and fight To be an individual Or even feel that we have pull To say in how we want to be We’re fighting anonymity
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