The Depth of a Soul..

Older and wiser? I dare say I might be that person. Time has made it's mark. Such as timing changed my life. The wrong timing, Too much of this - Too little of that. The feelings were mutual. At the time, it just didn't make sense. Until I knew you, and you knew me. It became more. Until the right timing prevailed. We became the King and Queen of the era. So now here we are - Older and wiser. Grown up and beat up. Taken down a couple of notches. Yet standing taller than we ever have. Humbled and strong. Fully aware of who we are. Better off than ever. I know you - You know me. I get it - You get it. I haven't been happier. A bit of the past, To remember how far we've come...

Can you see yourself - a heavenly being? Can you see the roads left behind by him who sacrificed for us? Can you stand in holy places? Can you remember who you are at the moment of temptation? Can you imagine life after here? Can account to Him, at the end of the day, And tell Him - you did all you could to show him your faithfulness? Have you made restitution with this you've wronged? Have you imagined the potential you have? Can you see yourself getting there? We are his children, Father in heaven - he loves us. He asks us to be like him. Through all the temptations and imperfections we have, We are to overcome them, and be like our savior. Can you walk the road less traveled? Can you stand by him - through the trappings of evil? Can you keep your eye singled to his glory? Can you, at the end, imagine him... Standing in front of you, Can you look him in the eye? Would you be able to stand in his presence? Will he look at you with a proud eye of our advocate? Or would he be disapp

Sometimes you can't say it a loud, A lot of the times it's not allowed, Thoughts of a lonely heart - and a wandering mind. You're okay with, You're fine without. But in the end - You miss that feeling. Or you're just missin her. That girl - The type for you, Her - the right one. The one who helped you to forget, The past, And again, Made excited about the future. The feelings of elation, Oh how the world stopped for that moment. It spinned so fast. It felt so right. You thought it was done - The search. Then again, like before.. It was short lived - Yet you still long for it, That spark, That excitement. Is it for me? Can it last? Maybe, just maybe, You'll get your chance. You'll get the story. The story of you, And her. You'll give it all, And get it all and more, In return. No more guessing. No more searching No more crap. I'm ready for new scenery, Ready for something consistent, Ready for the right, Ready for the win. The time moves on, So will y

Experiences in life, Have their stories to tell. To many people run, Instead of face their fears. Or the inevitable fate. Picture a place where only you can go, and go there... It was hard, Laying on your death bed, Picturing a life without you're self in it. Your life clock ticking away, as you lay in bed. You're in to much pain to move. Your skin crawls, Like Knifes stabbing, Your eyes throb, Talking, gets stuck in your mouth. Your throat closes, Your lips are cracked. You taste blood, so much blood.. You want to cry but can't, You think of an ending, The ending you might be forced to take. Nobody knows, Just how it is. But one person, The person who's felt your pain, That person- you hold onto to. In your heart, So you hold onto that faith.. While Finding a place outside of it all... You close your eyes, and find - A paradise, only you can go. Yelling, Those hurtful words.. STOP!! You two loved each other once, Can't you remember this?? Why? What happened? I thou

Yeah I'm tired, pretty worn out. My body needs to sleep. Rest. But I can't.. Not yet, I have to finish, have to accomplish the goals set. The train follows the tracks, It rounds the mountain, climbs, and climbs. This is fun though, now is the time to work. Not rest at an early time. The path ahead isn't easy, the roads walked on, shouldn't be light. Work, that's the name of the game, get in the grit, fight with both fists. Life is to short, make the best, of what is given. Take the road less traveled, pay my time, give my dues, till the end is in sight. At the makers feet. Will I then rest my Head, and tell him, and give him my heart. Tell him - With all that thou hast given me, I did my best. Please let me into thy kingdom.

Not that I'm giving up,or even saying that I'm finished;I'm far from either.But honestly? I've worried to much,stressed to the point of exhaustion,given in to much. I'm at the point of conceding. You were right,I was wrong. I thought I wouldn't care, I figured I was better? Now it's said ,and now you know. But honestly? I'll do it again. what's on the inside,Is all real. I did what I did, so that at the end of the day, I stood for what I knew to be right.Even though I was wrong.Thanks, It takes a special type of person, to still stand beside me, even though you knew I was wrong. Moments of failure,Mistakes made. I'll admit to them all,and will continue to mess up. All I need is a person to stand beside me, even though I will make mistakes a plenty. You've done this. Although I can't promise, to be 100% perfect, I can promise to 100% of me aiming for perfection.So my pride has been taken,and those wrongs wont take anything. I'll correc

Oh the joys of simple memories, Carried away by the tales of the past. How I've loved the roads walked on, the freinds who've held my hand, and times spent, loud at home, to fast behind the wheel, window jumping, or secrets on the times that happened. The times we spent; Oh how they flew, I've loved them all. you were with me, weren't ya? you can share the same thoughts, because we've known each other, that long. And, we know each other that well. the laughing joys of meaningless humor, the times around the den, and the shin-digs, no-body even uses that word anymore. but what better way of describing how we were? no-body can say, they've been there, done that, unless they were us. Because, at the end of each night, you pushed me out of the window, and I snuck you through the door. rather spent during the earliest of the morning, or the latest of nights, we never slept, nor did we stop. It was us. The group, our group, or just you and I. The team who did it all.

"The bitten tongue, always has another word to say" The words I said, Tried to cover up the lie which was there. The innocence of a baby, Stripped away by the unforgiving, And the selfishness of it's parents. The innocence of true love, The one and only, Taken away by the hell, I lived in, and experienced, At the ends of your hands. -- Yet it's still my choice if I'll let it ruin me.. -- Although you tried to deny it, I knew the truth which was there, I just chose to hide it. The matter at hand is I tried to deny, The true reality of where you were. I created fiction, Out of reality. -- I can still believe again in the theory and the hope... -- Even a baby could see, I was the fool, Laughed at. You allowed it to happen, Out of selfishness, You never stopped me, You knew you couldn't be where I was, Yet you did, What you wanted to do, Just because you could do it. -- Not refuting my take of the faults, but you new better... -- I'm a little bitter at the tho