Have you seen where my world is? I'm searchin' for the place that I call home. Since I been lookin' round, like a child for harmony.

The more that we judge one another, the less time we've got to love in this world.

I finally understand a little bit more of why Gods allows pain in this life. Maybe He tries to get us to understand that our home is not in this life, but that our TRUE life begins with Him, in Heaven.

My heart burns, and my heart aches, there's only so much it takes. I wonder if its pieces could be built back, so that it could be built right back on track.

I believe that pain keeps us pure, and sadness keeps us human. Sometimes the pain that you feel feels like agony, but another part of you tells you to keep goin' on, and you know you don't want to give up, and you just keep on to the end. Besides, those who put you down are actually the ones who are lower than you are.

A steel knife severs at my heart. It's tough to breathe, but I fight, I fight anyhow, for there is no way that I'd want to give up now.