Fear Of the Unchanged.

Waking up, I feel afraid.

I feel afraid of a new day.

Afraid of habit, of routine.

Afraid that everything's the same.

Looking in the mirror I see,

The same searching, wanting me.

How long must I sit and watch

All adventure on a screen? 

Why can't those stories, thrills of life,

The excitement, love I see

The life of strong, heroic deeds,

Why can't they fall to me? 

It seems when I get out of bed, 

I don't dread the tears or pain.

I dread the fact, that when I rise

Not a thing will have changed.

Why am I here, if all I do,

Is live life mechanically.

A walking vision of routine.

Unknown identity.

That can't be right, that's not the way.

There must be something more.

Where's the honor in a life

When you doubt what you live for?

Then it hits me. Of course, that's it.

I do know why I live.

To learn, to grow, to love, to see.

To pray, to laugh, to give.

My life is an adventure. 

Everyday is a new quest.

A journey to help those I can.

And just try to be my best.

No need to wake up so afraid

That all will be the same

For when I head into the day

I'm the one who makes the change.

Dark to Light!

I wrote this awhile ago, but I realized that it I didn't ever post it. So, here you go!

Fogginess, confusion.
Darkness and illusion.
What is my solution?

Where can I find peace?

Dreariness delusion.
Sadness and seclusion.
What is the conclusion?

Where can I find peace?

Way to much intrusion.
And yet, too much exclusion.
My mind is in confusion!

Where can I find peace?

Where is all the doubt and hatred coming from?
It all just makes me want to cower hide or run!

I think, then I remember, I just need to pray!
I do it, then I know. I chose the right way.

Happy, bliss, contentment,
No feeling of resentment!
Cheerfulness enchantment!

I know I can find peace!

Joy and joviality,
Blessedness and sanctity
Peace of mind,  vivacity.

 I know I can find peace!

Unity, reconciliation
Amity, pacification,
Union and conciliation

I know I can find peace!

I prayed and the Lord made this known to me:
I can rid myself of sin, and be free!

All this stuff that keeps me back with dread,
It's all just inside my head!

Nothing need stick around in there,
Instead I'll fill it up with care.

I'll put service instead of hate
I'll think "Hope! It's not too late."

I'll put joy instead of depression
I'll put obedience instead or transgression!

No more self pity inside my head!
For Love is occupied there instead!

I now have found peace.

Colorblind

So, I wrote this random song a while ago... Maybe someday I'll get music to it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Suggestions welcome. :)

Ring wraiths taking all the power.

Good things dying every hour.

Rainbows spilling out my shoes 

Have you heard the same old news?

Put my feet outside the door

Don't know if I'm safe anymore

Blinding colors shout hooray

What a mixed up holiday.

CHORUS:

Somethin' somethin's gotta change!

This place is, this place is getting strange. 

Everything and nothing's in our way.

This colorful black world is turning grey.

Trust is turning into dust.

Love is turning into lust.

How are we supposed to find

The light if we are colorblind?

Confetti plugging all the ears

Wake up and see the party's tears.

Smiling, but inside were lost

Is it really worth the cost?

CHORUS

This life seems like paradox,

It lifts you up, knocks off your socks.

Spins you around, then throws you down.

Makes you laugh then sends a frown.

What can we do to make it stop?

It's a scary, lofty drop.

The flashing lights and movie screens

Just seem to be a fading dream.

CHORUS:

What can we do? What can we say?

What won't we do? What won't we say?

What will we do? What will we say?

This colorfully black world's turning grey.

This colorfully black world's turning grey.

CHORUS.

A Small Cloud Floating By.

 One upon a time there was
A small cloud floating by
He looked down from his lofty
Place up in the sky.

Children lay upon the grass
Looking up at him
Pointing at the different shapes
That they saw therein.

Some saw a unicorn
Some saw a tall giraffe
Some saw a jolly bearded man
That made them simply laugh.

Others gazed at him and thought
They saw a dragons head.
Others said he looked as if
He were a fox or loaf of bread.

All this time, the little cloud
Wondered who he really was.
"Who is right or wrong? He asked.
What is my one true cause?

Children think I'm mythical.
Scientists think I'm H2o.
Some think I'm the heavens.
Artists think that I'm a show.

Can I just be one certain thing?
Can't I just be one small cloud?
I think that's what I am,
I'll just be that for now."

But once the little cloud
Had settled as a cloud
The winds began to roar
And thunder clapped aloud.

The cloud was drifting from his place.
He was filled with such despair
And he began to cry.
Raining everywhere.

Suddenly he found himself
A mess upon the floor.
Now he was a puddle.
A splash, and nothing more.

So forlorn, he sat there.
Thinking joy could be no more.
For he was so transformed.
So different from before.

People stepped on him.
Not giving it one thought.
He felt so trampled in this state.
Like something quite forgot.

He felt like he was sinking.
Right into dirty ground.
Lower even then before.
Gone, without a sound.

But then he found himself.
Rushing very fast.
Down into a lake
Quite beautiful and vast.

This lake was very still.
Quite calm and undisturbed.
He pondered on his journey.
All the places he had served.

Suddenly the sun shone.
Bright and beaming glad.
He felt lifted right up.
He was no longer sad.

He looked around and found
He was a cloud again.
And yet not quite the same.
For he'd learned something since then.

He knew many things now
Since the thunder storm
He didn't have to be
A certain shape or form.

He could be a rain cloud.
He could be a puddle too.
He could be a dragon
Or a lake of dazzling blue.

Fitting in just couldn't work.
He's a cloud, a lake, rain pour.
He didn't have to be one thing.
He was made for so much more.

Ray of Hope

There are those that are so weary,

Burdened down with life's cruel ways.

Waiting for a glimpse of something

Any hope or sunshine ray.

Why not be that glimpse of sunshine? 

Why not be a beacon bright?

Why not show how much your grateful

By serving those who need the light.

Loves transforms the yearning soul

It brightens longing eyes.

It saves that suffering someone

Who's been hurting from the lies.

Lets change the world for better.

With thankful centered minds.

Transforming lives forever

One service at a time.

Untold Battles

There's a story inside each of us.

Fairytales untold.

Behind each shining eye there is

A hero brave and bold.

Who knows what battles have been won?

Who knows what's being fought?

Warriors dwell in each of us.

Victory fiercely sought.

We're all in a war together, 

And we're on each other's side

So let's build fortresses of love

Not barricades of pride. 

We're all fighting in our different ways

But the enemy's the same.

Let's defeat it with eachother

Let's now alight the flame.

Truth gleams brightly on our side.

Stronger than the sword.

How can we lose when we know

Our Leader is the Lord?

The Little Boy at the Mailbox.

The little boy stands on the curb
And reaches for the mail.
What mysteries await?
Only time will tell.

The mailbox stands taller than him
He poises on tiptoe.
And with an air of importance,
Inside his small hand goes.

He grabs the papers and the bills
And walks inside with pride.
What a responsible man he is!
Such confidence in stride.

Every day, he'll do the same
And take inside the mail.
Reminder that the little things
Can make a man feel swell.