I hung my head as I won the war
I've never felt so wrong before.
The end didn't justify these means
and the means can't justify this end.
I wish I had remembered who I was fighting for.
Your eyes droop at even a glimmer of rest...
If you could only stop thinking for just one moment
about girlshousescarsrentworknumbersmoneyliesgamesdistractionsdoubtsandfears...
The bullets in your head rocket around
and the pressure just builds and builds and builds
and builds
Until it is too much and the only sound piercing your ears
is an explosion of silent regret.
Even the questions you thought answered
are still left simmering beneath your eyelids;
and every time you close your eyes
another riddle springs them open.
The only thing worse than a nightmare
is never dreaming again.
Be thanks to our King-Redeemer
One who says
"Have life!" and hearts beat"Rise up!" and wounds heal"Be free!" and chains break
He opens doors that no one can shut,
brings the lost ones home
and melts this heart of stone.
To rest is a poison you can't flee,
and night becomes a battle no one sees.
The air so thick with fear your sight is blind;
Enemies on your doorstep no one finds.
Your only friend, a whisper in the night.
I hung my head as I won the war
I've never felt so wrong before.
The end didn't justify these means
and the means can't justify this end.
I wish I had remembered who I was fighting for.
Your eyes droop at even a glimmer of rest...
If you could only stop thinking for just one moment
about girlshousescarsrentworknumbersmoneyliesgamesdistractionsdoubtsandfears...
The bullets in your head rocket around
and the pressure just builds and builds and builds
and builds
Until it is too much and the only sound piercing your ears
is an explosion of silent regret.
Even the questions you thought answered
are still left simmering beneath your eyelids;
and every time you close your eyes
another riddle springs them open.
The only thing worse than a nightmare
is never dreaming again.
Be thanks to our King-Redeemer
One who says
"Have life!" and hearts beat"Rise up!" and wounds heal"Be free!" and chains break
He opens doors that no one can shut,
brings the lost ones home
and melts this heart of stone.
To rest is a poison you can't flee,
and night becomes a battle no one sees.
The air so thick with fear your sight is blind;
Enemies on your doorstep no one finds.
Your only friend, a whisper in the night.
Dear Justagirl,
I've been meaning to write this to you for quite some time. I've always wished that I could make you see just who you really are. But you never listen. So maybe you'll hear me in this letter to who you claim to be.
You're not just any girl. Not at all. Your silence brings beauty to the words of others. Your words crack open the things left unsaid, and shine light on all the places few dare look. You have a way about you that whispers of a majesty, and yet you always hold others up beyond yourself.
Your eyes could scratch past the surface of the "he
Miranda awoke in twilight, surrounded by evergreen trees. She lay still beneath a canopy of trees, her black hair framing her face. The tattered clothes that covered her seemed out of place with her fair face. Her breath came slowly, and her heart beat rapidly. She tried to remember where she'd been last, but it was like wading into knee deep mud. Her memory was ethereal as fog, blown about by what seemed a stormy tempest. She struggled in vain to remember, but nothing came. Eventually, trickles of pictures and images came slowly fading in and out of her mind. At once, her mind was overpowered by a need for something. She knew it was
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