Friday, April 26, 2013

Rumors Are Killers

What you heard about me, it is not true,
That person’s trying to get in your head,
Don’t believe the lies that are told to you,
Listen to the truth I tell you instead.

People have called me many hurtful things,
It does not compare to what you have said,
You tell me you believe the lies; it stings,
The hurt from you makes me cry in my bed.

Now please listen to every word I speak,
I need you in my life, you are my friend,
Pitted against each other, we are weak,
At this rate, our friendship will quickly end.

Your listening to the lies broke my heart,
You won’t even give us a brand new start.

Monday, April 15, 2013

US Under House-Arrest

Why's everyone in the US uptight?
It seems impossible to feel relaxed,
Like prom is all that matters right now, right?
Our top priority is to get asked.

You have a deadline for your school essay,
You don't have time to talk, that is a LIE!
You have plenty of time during the day,
But MAKING time is something you don't try.

Look at the street corners, they're all empty,
They should all be filled with people talking,
Instead, everyone's glued to their TV,
And no one seems to have heard of walking.

What we think nowadays: why be social?
We could just text our friend on our mobile.

Friday, April 12, 2013

My Life-Saving Addiction


Some people my age give their life to drugs,
Many students have died from alcohol,
I have an addiction to He who loves,
I’m strapped in and ready for the long haul.

I give in to temptation now and then,
There’s no chance I can be completely pure,
Keep in mind that I am still a human,
I promise I’m not blameless, that’s for sure!

That’s when my holy high starts kicking in,
I need this; I must always be sky high,
My holy addiction saves me from sin,
I’m not telling my addiction, “Goodbye!”

If I become sober for a minute,
I might as well say my life is finished.

Monday, April 8, 2013

I Am God's Servant

A trip to a country with poverty,
So many houses are riddled with holes,
I do not know how God plans to change me,
How does God want to alter our frail souls?

Just one day later, I am on my knees,
I am transformed by what I have just seen,
I pray that He won’t let me change back, PLEASE!
Don’t let this trip become another dream.

The last night comes, I don’t know what to think,
While there, I’ve made several amazing friends,
I sit in the dark; my heart starts to sink,
I’m just wishing that this night never ends.

But my last day in the Dominican,
I hear God telling me my work’s not done.