Your beauty is like that of no other

For it is not simply just a beauty but a blessing

No other is blessed with your charm

No other will do you any harm

While I am here you are safe

While you are here I am safe

Your beauty is like that of no other

Seeing your smile gives me one

Looking into your eyes is like looking into the sea, vast and deep yet full of mystery and beauty

Your lips are literal perfection

Your beauty is like that of no other

Seeing you gives me hope

Seeing you keeps me strong

You have taught me this and I will continue to learn until I'm worthy of your beauty

For your beauty is like that of no other

The day is alive and thriving

Yet the sun does not last long

I lay awake waiting

Just craving your song

You sing me the melody I keep

Closest to my heart

Makes me safe makes me safe enough to sleep

Gently humming your part

Over and over the words have been said

I'm fine

When the world is crashing

It's fine

Pushing through is the hardest thing to do

But it's fine

In the end I'm just going to get hurt again

But I'm fine

As sky passes by and stars fall by the day

Time progresses in no certain fashion

The ultimate sacrifice if our youth, the life blood we so daringly cling to even after it's time

Time progresses in no certain fashion

After one's youth the time of discovery arrives an we, discover

Time progresses in no certain fashion

The moment someone is able to put pen to paper or mouth to word we are discouraged

Time progresses

We are now rebelling against an unknown cause, singing our souls to the call with no name

Defiance

Forever we feel belonging in this cause and we hail across our fields

"WE ARE THE FUTURE WE ARE ALL-KNOWING AND UNIQUE"

Yet by the time one group hails another will

Then more and more

Forever time goes on

Everyone has a voice that is meant to be heard

Some, however, stifle it

Kill it

For some game that they play

The world is a place of voices and sounds that most hear

The worst crime of all is not listening

For we are all guilty of stifling and killing

We are silence

We are silenced

The path to the end has stopped and the urge is not flowing

Though as persevere dreams may be they fail to comply with the desires of life and the satisfaction of staying alive

While there are reasons for actions the actions present do not have reasons and the flow

Has stopped

This is not the end of the journey, but the end of a dream

The satisfaction of staying alive outweighs the fruit of passion and that is that