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.

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 got nothin' to hide, nothin' to keep hidden, just want to get rid of the pain, just to be ridden.

I feel as if I could sing and hear music forever. Possibly that's a reason why I feel so lonely most of all the time.

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.