I'm no longer me
It's like I've conformed into someone you would like me to be.
Or was I really happier before
Was it the weed?
Or

Sorrow Death and Grieving

A leaf and flower petal
Went floating in the breeze
A tiny little feather
Joined them in the trees

A

A hidden figure hides his face
People's gazes giving chase
His head is hung in deepest sorrow
It's there today and tomorrow

It

America's Hero

I knew that you would answer
Once you heard the call
Never did I imagine
That the towers, they would fall

Though sorrows well and flood like lunar tides
And evil settles in a sieging war;
My LORD, my strength, shall shield me on