If there could be a place
where realism fades into the background...

I walk with a limp I never knew I had,
cheeks peppered with rosemary and...

Your love for me was never questionable...
my expectations were outright unrealistic...

I’m angry, and I definitely don’t have as much...
to that rage as the victims...

You are these statistics I'm trying
to formulate, but no calculator or histogram...

Springing up from rest,
Flames erupt with excitement...

Rich skittles collide,
Constructing a wide spectrum...

As I rest my head down wearily,
And my eyelids begin to close...

Whenever I smell fresh grass being cut
or lilac bushes budding their perfume...

Jesus knew what He had to do,
To open the gates of Heaven...

When I look at how freedom is so skewed,
I say to myself, is it any wonder that our hearts...

I'm getting up from this cold hard seat,
And I'm gonna find you...