

In Living ColorIn my English class, we just finished up a book called The Sacred Journey (I recommend it...go find a copy.) We were asked to write a paper about our own lives. To pick a couple of things that shaped who we were, and tell about our spritual journeys. This was all written in one sitting, and unlike most of my writing, is not open for discussion. I don't need any peer reviews. I was challenged to share this with others, so...what better way to "pass it around?"In Living Color
It's not the final copy. I may or may not replace this when I get that far.
In Living Color
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ReflectionsAnd suddenly, there I was.Reflections
Wrapped up in something I thought would never come.
I had dreamed of this moment... Back before everything I loved in life was shot to Hell.
It was so unfair, how it had all been ripped right out from under me... From under us.
For years now, I had wondered if I would ever get this chance.
And suddenly, there I was.
Fear and adrenaline and hope and anxiety
Shock and awe Oh, yes, dreams do come true For I had dreamed of this countless times
Emotions of all calibers rocked through my body I had expected this, and yet some


Ready or NotOnce you were gentle Once you were kind Once you brought peace to My troubled mind But it's different now You've undergone change I don't know what she did To make you derange Yeah, go on, act bad ass Cause I see right through This facade you've put on I know there's still good in youReady or Not
I wanna fall without scraping my knee I wanna give all without feeling empty I wanna handle fire without getting burned I wanna feel without having to yearn I wanna see you without that damn mask But I'm starting to think It's just too


Out of LineYou tell me how to live Then you take my life away You tell me where to go Then tell me I can't stay You tell me what to think Like I'm some kind of mindless drone You try to make my mind up for me But you can't make up your ownOut of Line
Chorus I'm so tired of being told who I am What I like, what I think, and where I stand But there's not familiar faces As I fall through these empty spaces Just another face lost in the crowd Won't someone take me by the hand And lead me out
I won't follow your "in" crowd I won't fall into line I w
And yes...unfortunately enough, I am a writer lol. God didn't see fit to allow me to enjoy normal means of releasing my emotions hahaha
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*Imagination was given man to compensate for what he is not...
...And a sense of humor to console him for what he is*
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