Might my soul grow cold,
if my story lay buried- untold.
I have lived through many ends,
and witnessed countless beginnings.
...
A camera cannot show the beauty on the inside
nor can a stranger see it at first glance.
I want to be someone that everybody remembers
in the best way.
...
Oh, how my love for thee...
grows faster than the mid-summer flower.
And oh, how my joy with thee...
warms my heart like the fresh winter fire.
...
Performance
Might my soul grow cold,
if my story lay buried- untold.
I have lived through many ends,
and witnessed countless beginnings.
I've experienced love and lust.
Gain and loss.
My heart has been ripped to pieces only to be nurtured again.
And the scars I have gained have each become a friend.
Through my bitter tears and clenched jaws,
I find the strength to utter 'I'm sorry'
before jumping off
for a final
performance