From My Lungs

When I'm with you,
I have to be yours.











I follow your lead and start to conform.
Your way, your way,
One track, replay ..
Controlling, you say you love me,
But not when I'm free, we fight when I breath -
 ... From my lungs.

Lindsay Mentzer

Shine Like Stars

Who does it benefit

To grumble and complain?

The world is already

Crooked and depraved.

Why consider yourself

Already obtained?

Only live up to

What you have attained.

Press on toward the prize

Forget what's behind

While keeping in mind

All the things you admire.

Whatever is noble

Whatever is true

Think about such things

So that they become you.

No confidence in flesh

But in One Great by far

Put this to practice

And we'll shine like the stars.

Waves

Refuse to row with the current
passive form
I'm making waves
singing through the storm
Play with fire, you will get burned
Make mistakes, you will learn