I guess it started during Christmas break the year before. I was sitting in the academic advisor’s office for the first time in my life, and Mrs. Arthur was blinking at me. She does that a lot. I heard once that women blink twice as much as men, but
I'm asking for pain To feel her fears. I'm asking for sorrow To cry all her tears. You asked me to be Like you to the world; You felt my pain, So help me feel hers. If somehow it takes Some pain from her heart, Then
She reached out her hands And opened the sky Not caring who saw, Not considering why. Her wings gently lifted And love bade her go Go out to the world, So the world could know That chains could be broken, And tears wiped away, And those in the darkness Will
To search for answers in the sky To gaze the stars and wonder why As if my soul could climb, could fly Up to the clouds above. To ask and wait so answer-less To wade about in earthly mess Where all I seek is Heaven's rest And heavenly,
When I walked into the room I felt your gaze, Which I purposely ignored and looked away. I met the gaze of everyone but you; I bestowed a smile that wasn't true. And though my heart was torn I hid it well. Happiness became my outer shell. I