I'd tattoo the melody of you, leave it like the print,
Inked on my skin, as it's pressed on my heart.

If only I could draw the melody that's you.

Blue, like his eyes, hers, yours.
Deeper than honey, darker than our roots.
Old enough to rust.
Tinted old wooden, chesnut floors
Bolder than oceans, brighter than pursuit.
Hughes I've come to trust.

What happens to the child that falls again, again?
Who tried to walk, but broke herself upon the floor.
Who sought to stand, and when standing found a plan.
Why, she'd carry herself right up to the door.

What happens to that child when she falls again, again?
Why, I suppose she stands.

Mirrors 'Round a Vase

The heart can do funny things, like mirrors round a vase
Make you hate the ones you love, or love the one you hate.
When held, feel suffocated and wish for only space,
And when space you find, you wish it had a face.

What's the use of a faithful heart,
When it's held by a heart of stone?

Tell Your Heart to Be Still

We often think we're ready to let go,
Ready to surrender and trust our greatest burdens
To the One who says, "I know."
Until we see Him carry off the load
And then we know that burden was our treasure,
As it's disappearing down the road.
It's then our heart starts to race after,
But He stops, and says, "No.
Tell your heart to be still, do not follow.
Wait for me here, I'll look for you low."

Live

Stop trying to die, and live.
Stop wondering why you feel so dull,
And lacking what you want to give
Stop waiting to eat until you feel full.

Come alive, and live.

It's then you'll grow bold,
And find you can't but love and love, give,
Give all, and all, and ah, there life unfolds.