The days may grow dark The weeks may be empty The hours fill with pain The shadows loom tall and stark Broken and beaten down Defeated and running short on hope Shattered and bleeding out Feeling like I’m about to drown Still my heart sings of your glory Beating to the tune of your voice Sounding out a song my lips can’t sing I know this pain is not the end of my story There’s no telling where tomorrow will find me Except that I know you will go ahead The paths may twist and

You say, You say so many things, So many things that scare me, So many things that excite me. How dare you suggest, How dare you suggest...

Part #1: I'm Fine I scream at the top of my lungs; And no one bothers to even look up. Fixated, unwaveringly so, upon this one goal: To...