She's sprinting through the meadow, Like I'm watching some sort of horse show, She's flying at the speed of light, Too fast for my human sight. She's not old and

She's sprinting through the meadow, Like I'm watching some sort of horse show, She's flying at the speed of light, Too fast for my human sight. She's not old and frail anymore, She has won her own great war, Twirling freely under the warm sun, Turning everything completely orange! The

Generations of misunderstanding, Genealogy of name calling, Someone else started the cycle, Hurt people continue to hurt people. Your anger’s stirred at my presence, How I am and what I

Generations of misunderstanding, Genealogy of name calling, Someone else started the cycle, Hurt people continue to hurt people. Your anger’s stirred at my presence, How I am and what I represent, Your resentment increases a hundred-fold, Your heart agonizes at the sight of my soul. What I say is never

Constantly searching, Intense parameter patrolling, My mind keeps stalking itself, All the right words incorrectly spelt. My hands frantically patting down invisible walls, Climbing over isn't possible; the walls are

Constantly searching, Intense parameter patrolling, My mind keeps stalking itself, All the right words incorrectly spelt. My hands frantically patting down invisible walls, Climbing over isn't possible; the walls are too tall, My voice is audible only to my ears, My eyes can't find evidence a friend is near. Tears

Hello, stranger on my fence, The sight of you is making no sense, Perching at 8 o’clock in the morning, Is this your usual time hunting? I've heard your music

Hello, stranger on my fence, The sight of you is making no sense, Perching at 8 o’clock in the morning, Is this your usual time hunting? I've heard your music at night, never thought I would see you in broad daylight, Are you here to deliver a message, To signal

I walk into my backyard to face my truth, Reluctantly embracing my melancholic mood, I will have a talk with the hummingbird feeder, The red bully who happens to be

I walk into my backyard to face my truth, Reluctantly embracing my melancholic mood, I will have a talk with the hummingbird feeder, The red bully who happens to be my honest mirror. What else does it see that I’ve failed to see? What more to explore about us being

Lying sideways with its tray empty, The hummingbird feeder is loudly mocking me! “Look at us, twinsies! You are depleted just like me!” I’m so triggered and offended! Its witty

Lying sideways with its tray empty, The hummingbird feeder is loudly mocking me! “Look at us, twinsies! You are depleted just like me!” I’m so triggered and offended! Its witty comment has some truth in it, This empty feeder is way too daring, Comparing itself to me, a human being!

If I could give you all my coins, I would. But if I can’t, I have a back up plan. I can pray for you. I can pray that everything

If I could give you all my coins, I would. But if I can’t, I have a back up plan. I can pray for you. I can pray that everything that you do will be met with love— the kind of love that doesn’t need proof, the kind of love

I want more, I want more, I want more, Whatever this is is not enough for me anymore! I want more, I want more, I want more, I want gold

I want more, I want more, I want more, Whatever this is is not enough for me anymore! I want more, I want more, I want more, I want gold climbing up my ceiling and silver dancing across my floor. Let the golden ray of the sun shine through the

Speaking gibberish, Pretending to say things in English, She looked at herself in the mirror, Hoping one day she might sound like a native speaker. The journey of a million

Speaking gibberish, Pretending to say things in English, She looked at herself in the mirror, Hoping one day she might sound like a native speaker. The journey of a million miles, Dreamed by my inner child, She was dancing at Mile number five, Many decades from the finish line. Today

I’ll hold your hand and your heart, Don’t worry; I’m made of tempered glass, Designed for strength and clarity, Fire and ice transformed me. I have a divine oath to

I’ll hold your hand and your heart, Don’t worry; I’m made of tempered glass, Designed for strength and clarity, Fire and ice transformed me. I have a divine oath to fulfill, Sovereign, sacred and still, I’ve been forged through pain for a reason, But I’m not above you, dear one.