Syllables at the tip of the tongue

Ascending words in twisted beauty
The feeling of hope can sometimes be a tease
Open my eyes to see what my broken heart beats for
God take my heart and mend it to yours
Take my eager reflection and create what you want to see
Draw me out of this place pick me up and love me
No more entertaining the thought of things that could come true
Illd rather leave it alone and ascend on my words that harmonize with you
The beauty of the tragedy comes when your light caresses my soul
So take my thoughts my heart my complete beauty and make it whole







This is my life this is where I stand
So youll have to take me as I am
Head in the clouds heart on the floor
Heap of broken memories wrapped in images ripped and torn
Beauty unspeakable not easy to describe
Fiery passion confused by the everlasting brokenness inside
Hollow thoughts depths unreached,
covered in selfishness trying to fight where I can see
Blinded by darkness, walking in faith
Grasping for something permanent lingering in this empty space
This is who I am this is what I do
Twisted redeemed made new
Everlasting beauty through and through