Someone Once Told Me That The Finer

Don't Tell Me You're Not Beautiful. You're The Kind Of Beautiful The Blind Would See If We Could Figure Out Some Way To Give Them Three Seconds Of Sight.

I Sit Before Flowers Hoping They Will Train Me In The Art Of Opening Up I Stand On Mountain Tops Believing That Avalanches Will Teach Me To Let Go I Know Nothing But I Am Here To Learn.

You, Me, This City, This Country, We Will Always Have A Choice.when You Stand Up To Be Counted, Tell The World, This Is My Voice. There Are Many Like It, But This One Is Mine.

We So Seldom Understand Each Other. But If Understanding Is Neither Here Nor There, And The Universe Is Infinite, Then Understand That No Matter Where We Go We Will Always Be Smack Dab In The Middle Of Nowhere. All We Can Do Is Share Some Piece Of Ourselves, And Hope That It’s Remembered. Hope That We Meant Something To Someone

What I Said Was I’ll Miss You What I Meant To Say Was I Love You What I Wanted To Say Was That I Meant What I Said And It’s Funny How All Those Things I Could Have Said Flooded My Head After We Said Goodbye And I Should Have Told You I’d Be Willing To Hold You Until My Flesh Crumbles Into Bone Because I’m Willing To Die Alone But God Knows I Don’t Want To Live That Way.