I'm becoming more and more myself with time. I guess that's what grace is. The refinement of your soul through time.

I'm becoming more and more myself with time. I guess that's what grace is. The refinement of your soul through time.

Lend your voices only to sounds of freedom, no longer lend your stregth to that which you wish to be free from. Fill your life with love and bravery and you shall live a life oncommon.

In case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see, this is my heart, bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees.

It's awfully hard to fit my poems into song, ... I have a hard time fitting the poetic stanza into the timed meter of the music stanza, because you always have to end with a rhyme and there's always a beat.

If I could tell the world just one thing it would be we're all okay, and not to worry cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these. I won't be made useless, wont be idle with despair, I will gather myself around my faith, lights the darkness most fear.