Gone The world's a work of art and if you were gone we'd have one color missing. Think of that. One beautiful color, gone.

Don't Kiss The Sunlight I woke up this morning Sitting in a pool of light Drifting through my window, Warming to the sight. I stared at flowers down below And lazy drifting clouds, The trees were stretching wooden limbs, And eager to grow out. I hugged myself and felt the sunlight Kissing at my skin, Caressing me with gentle warmth My soul with zeal drank in. Yet still I sat in darkness, For downtrodden was my heart, And no amount of morning sun Released me from the dark. I fought it, though, Slid out of bed, Walked over to the glass. I peered outside, my senses calmed By the verdure of the grass. I tried to smile and let go of the Thunder in my soul. This fire I couldn’t put out, For the fire had gained control. In that sweet moment all I felt Were gentle arms of light, Encouraging me to go outside and “Fight the darkness! Fight!” I turned away and closed the curtains. Fighting was too hard. Defeated, I returned to bed, The storm had raged too far.

Safe Behind These Walls Her heart was a secret garden, and the walls were very high– Brick and mortar caked together, reaching to the sky. Every day she walked along the lonely willow path, Thinking it was best to stay where peacefully she’d cry. The brick walls watching every day could see what she denied– Our princess didn’t want this cage, but to herself she’d lie: “A human needn’t see the world when everything will crash; Better to stay safe behind these walls so very high.”

Battle Speech There is no shame In admitting to pain. Hold on, soldier-- Long battles remain.

Sleep I want to sleep and have a good dream. They say when you can't sleep, it means someone else is dreaming about you. Please wake them. Please wake them.