Good Friday

You came to us in earnest
To show us right from wrong
You came to give us hope
Proving you were with us all along

But we denied your beauty
The glory of your soul
We simply couldn't handle
The weight of our own role

Now we look and lament
At that fateful time
Knowing that your sacrifice
Was nothing short of sublime

Regret

I want the past, or at least what I thought it was

I want the comfort of a normal life

I want to say that through it all
I wasn't so blind or so full of strife

But so far every moment
I relive with shame
Knowing that it was in my grasp
To remove this blame

A horrid lie to tell yourself
That you were doing right
When in reality you had no idea
That actions would result in such blight

I was strong I lived it through
It was my normal every day
But you're not me, I see that now
And I'm sorry you had not say

Keeping it together

I'm living in this crazy dream
Where nothing is as it seems
An hallucination of sorts
Ripping at my very seams

Classes

Eight days I was hopeful
Eight days ago I saw light
Today the rain is falling
And there's no end in sight

I'm hoping very hard
That this time will quickly pass
I'm praying from my soul
For an easier life in class

Spring

Hopeful now and optimistic too
All because the light is returning to you
The darkness is receding, fading fast into the night
Constant prayers will now keep that void from sight
Spring is another consolation to our aching souls
For the sunshine and the rain can fill any hole

Paths

The light has changed in our world

It's now got a tinted swirl

No longer clear we have to strain

To see clearly through the fog and rain

Our path twisting more than enough

Making progress slow and rough

We know that there is a brighter side

We just have to make it up the hill before we glide

Grinnnnning

Show me your scars and I'll show you mine
And in this crazy world we'll shine
Hidden beneath our laughter and our smiles
Are darkened depths that go on for miles
We live right now because we don't know
That all those images are all for show
No greater meaning to our lives
Than dramatic whispers and sorrowful sighs
One day we'll wake up and look around
And wonder why we didn't shut out the sound