You provide the lined paper and I am the pen,
anything and everything we could ever want to be...

She was an open book -
always sad, always waiting...

October presses me against his chest -
I feel all the sadness he summons...

Hear our cries of devastation
while we fight for room to breathe...

Trust;
the unfolding of wings...

I remain unworthy to be called Your own,
yet You love as Your selfless mother...

Choice: the power to decide on an action with free...
Individual reliance...

Where have you stayed, how have you come?
To share the exact word of faith's reminding...

Do you stay up at night
thinking of our crusades...

Sin scars your heart,
constituting a false sense of reassurance...

Summer serenades
me with her softness...

The air moves me up
while I push myself back down...