I will be taking some time away from networking sights for the next month. These include Facebook, Twitter, DailyBooth, Tumblr and Blogspot.
I will also be abstaining from using the word "literally", and "like" out of context.
Happy Fat Tuesday!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Seven and a Half Cents
The Pajama Game went up this week, and came to a roaring close Saturday night with a total weekend crowd of 1400. It was such an incredible growing experience. I cannot describe how much I am impacted by the experience, and those who were involved.
Even though it's a relief to say goodbye to all the stress leading up to production week, it is a bitter sweet moment as I sing farewell to those I've spent four months line-bashing, painting, fighting, singing, yelling, praying, dancing and growing with.
I am a better singer, actress, performer, entertainer, and woman of God because of it. Because of all of you.
What do we want????
7 & 1/2 CENTS!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
THIS is where I want to be.
"She said, 'Show me the world that's inside your head.'" - Angels & Airwaves
People tend to have distorted images of themselves. Do I have a skewed version of who I am?
I am just me.
I had a nice, normal childhood with few bumps. Perhaps that is why it is so hard for me to cope with the present.
"Oh let's go higher and higher. Hear the sound of the free." -Phil Wickham
There will be NO STONES.
"But prove yourselves doers of the word, and not merely hearers who delude themselves. For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks at his natural face in a mirror; for once he has looked at himself and gone away, he has immediately forgotten what kind of person he was. But one who looks intently at the perfect law, the law of liberty, and abides by it, not having become a forgetful hearer but an effectual doer, this man shall be blessed in what he does. If anyone thinks himself to be religious, and yet does not bridle his tongue but deceives his own heart, this man's religion is worthless. This is pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father, to visit orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world." -James 1: 22-27
THIS is where I want to be.
I just want to DANCE.
People tend to have distorted images of themselves. Do I have a skewed version of who I am?
I am just me.
I had a nice, normal childhood with few bumps. Perhaps that is why it is so hard for me to cope with the present.
"Oh let's go higher and higher. Hear the sound of the free." -Phil Wickham
There will be NO STONES.
"But prove yourselves doers of the word, and not merely hearers who delude themselves. For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks at his natural face in a mirror; for once he has looked at himself and gone away, he has immediately forgotten what kind of person he was. But one who looks intently at the perfect law, the law of liberty, and abides by it, not having become a forgetful hearer but an effectual doer, this man shall be blessed in what he does. If anyone thinks himself to be religious, and yet does not bridle his tongue but deceives his own heart, this man's religion is worthless. This is pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father, to visit orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world." -James 1: 22-27
THIS is where I want to be.
I just want to DANCE.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
inner turmoil
I’ve been boggled down by homework for the past week (mostly the past three days), and stressed out over a lot of things. This doesn’t help my already hesitant acceptance of my college career, so needless to say, I’ve been sleep-deprived and emotional.
I’m not a college girl. I have a lot of issues with higher education, and yet, here I am… at college.
I’ve been dealing with a lot of inner turmoil lately. It’s as if two completely different Hannahs have been fighting and yelling at each other inside of me and I don’t know which one to listen to. Questions like, “Who am I?” “What am I worth?” “What are my dreams and aspirations?” “Am I pursuing the things that I am supposed to?” were flying inside my head. It’s like two completely different realities and futures have been fighting to have their way, and I can only choose one. I can’t focus on my home work, I can’t focus on my film…
I felt like I was going to be stuck in this rut until I chose one, and only one voice.
I wanted to end this. So of course, I got up this morning, and not having my bike here at school with me, I took a walk with God. I asked Him to show me who I am in Him, and what I am supposed to do. I asked Him to give me a sign, or a peace or something. “Where am I called???” I yelled; mainly upset at myself because I can’t just be happy where I am. I always have to move move move; never be in one place for too long.
Then, in the quiet of the breeze, He whispered in my ear. Only two words; probably insignificant to anyone else who may have heard it. But to me, it was my future; my defining moment; my calling. He whispered: “The road.”
Obviously, that’s doesn’t tell me much; but in that moment, when those words riding on the lips of the wind met my ear, this overwhelming peace came over me. I didn’t care anymore about my major or my homework, or slowly dying at college. I didn’t even care what “the road” was. I just knew that is where I am called, and where I will end up. God will reveal to me along the way the steps I need to make to get there; all I’ve got to do is keep listening to the wind.
I’m not a college girl. I have a lot of issues with higher education, and yet, here I am… at college.
I’ve been dealing with a lot of inner turmoil lately. It’s as if two completely different Hannahs have been fighting and yelling at each other inside of me and I don’t know which one to listen to. Questions like, “Who am I?” “What am I worth?” “What are my dreams and aspirations?” “Am I pursuing the things that I am supposed to?” were flying inside my head. It’s like two completely different realities and futures have been fighting to have their way, and I can only choose one. I can’t focus on my home work, I can’t focus on my film…
I felt like I was going to be stuck in this rut until I chose one, and only one voice.
I wanted to end this. So of course, I got up this morning, and not having my bike here at school with me, I took a walk with God. I asked Him to show me who I am in Him, and what I am supposed to do. I asked Him to give me a sign, or a peace or something. “Where am I called???” I yelled; mainly upset at myself because I can’t just be happy where I am. I always have to move move move; never be in one place for too long.
Then, in the quiet of the breeze, He whispered in my ear. Only two words; probably insignificant to anyone else who may have heard it. But to me, it was my future; my defining moment; my calling. He whispered: “The road.”
Obviously, that’s doesn’t tell me much; but in that moment, when those words riding on the lips of the wind met my ear, this overwhelming peace came over me. I didn’t care anymore about my major or my homework, or slowly dying at college. I didn’t even care what “the road” was. I just knew that is where I am called, and where I will end up. God will reveal to me along the way the steps I need to make to get there; all I’ve got to do is keep listening to the wind.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Day Fourteen:
I just want to dance. Speak in tongues. Do SOMETHING to explain this thing inside of me. Something big is coming. I can feel it. I just can't explain it in words.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Day Four:
"And she will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus, for it is He who will save His people from their sins."
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
ghost
The ghosts of who I've been and the things I've become. I feel nothing or everything. I hate some things, love some things. This was a year of revelation. My distracted years of youth are past and my eyes have been opened to what they were once blind to. This is the last year of my teens, and I am saying goodbye. But I am saying hello to so much more. Purpose. Dream. Passion. Meaning. Understanding. No longer a chameleon of what people expect from me, I am a collage of the woman who's been hiding. Goodbye 2009, it is good to be rid of you.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Church.
I hate the reality of church.
I hate fake people. Jesus didn't come to teach us how to cover up our faults; He came so we can learn to love, and become more like Him. It's impossible for me to pretend anymore. I spent way too many years trying to be someone everyone could like. Being good, being skinny, being popular. Those are nice things. But not when it's a show.
I have a friend named Fran. She's my hero. She knows where it's at.
This is not a hate letter to the church. It's an invitation. An invitation to a revolution. Wake up and smell the coffee, heaven-bound!
I am also sleep-deprived and buzzed up on caffeine.
Gosh I want to throw a brick at something.
I hate fake people. Jesus didn't come to teach us how to cover up our faults; He came so we can learn to love, and become more like Him. It's impossible for me to pretend anymore. I spent way too many years trying to be someone everyone could like. Being good, being skinny, being popular. Those are nice things. But not when it's a show.
I have a friend named Fran. She's my hero. She knows where it's at.
This is not a hate letter to the church. It's an invitation. An invitation to a revolution. Wake up and smell the coffee, heaven-bound!
I am also sleep-deprived and buzzed up on caffeine.
Gosh I want to throw a brick at something.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Sex Trafficking: It is Happening in Our Backyard
September 8th, 2009 by Jane Marie Smith and Dr. Gary Scott Smith
A story in last week’s news focused on the mysterious reappearance of Jaycee Lee Dugard, a 29-year-old woman who had been kidnapped 18 years earlier—snatched into a car while walking home from school. As the details of her imprisonment emerge, the horror is inescapable. Hidden in a filthy backyard complex, she was forced to serve as a sex slave for her jailer—even bearing him two children during her captivity. Can she ever live a normal life? What does the future hold for her children—young teenage girls who rarely left the backyard in which they were born? Will her captor receive the punishment he so soundly deserves?
We’ve heard and been repulsed by such stories before. Three years ago a young German woman, Natascha Kampusch, escaped from an Austrian cellar after being held captive for eight years. Nearly a year after her 2002 abduction from her bedroom and forced “marriage” to her kidnapper, Elizabeth Smart was rescued when an elderly couple recognized her after seeing her story on television. When confronted with the gruesome details of these crimes, we wonder how something like this could happen. What kind of person could treat a child so callously and brutally? At least, we often comfort ourselves, such abductions are rare.
Unfortunately that’s not the case. Every day girls all over the world lose their innocence to heartless “owners” who are profiting from the sale of their young bodies in the sex trade. They “work” in brothels in Eastern Asia, India, Europe, and yes, in the United States. Just last week five people in Houston were arrested and charged with trafficking children—children they had forced into sexual servitude.
The U.S. State Department estimates that about half of the two million people trafficked across international borders each year are minors, the majority of whom are forced into commercial sexual exploitation. These children, occasionally as young as seven or eight, are sexually and emotionally brutalized until they are sufficiently broken to serve as many as 20 customers a day. Vulnerable to the lure of traffickers because they are poor, uneducated, and often orphaned, these girls succumb to tempting offers for seemingly lucrative jobs in other countries. When they arrive, however, in their new homes, they are stripped of their passports, their dignity, and their freedom. Their captors control them by physically and emotionally abusing them and by denying them access to money or other means of escape. Rarely can they speak the language of the country where they are being exploited; many are warned that their families will be murdered if they flee.
In the United States, where studies reveal that the average age at which a girl enters prostitution is 12 or 13, vulnerable populations include runaways, foster children, and illegal immigrants. Most have been sexually abused at home or on the streets. Trafficking recruiters lurk near Southern California high schools and target immigrant girls, threatening to turn their families over to Immigration Services if they don’t begin to turn tricks. Pimps often gain control of runaway girls with kindness—before raping, beating, and drugging them into submission and forcing them to walk the streets. Sadly, if they are picked up by the police, they are often treated as criminals instead of as the victims they are.
It’s time we recognized the evil of this practice and work together to end it. It’s time we, like William Wilberforce and William Lloyd Garrison before us, become abolitionists. To do so, we must first learn as much as we can about sex trafficking and those it affects. We should support the work of nonprofit agencies like the Salvation Army’s program for the abolition of sexual trafficking, the International Justice Mission, Shared Hope International, and Stop Child Trafficking Now to end this vile practice. We can contact state and federal lawmakers and encourage them to enforce existing anti-trafficking legislation and to enact stronger measures against slavery. Language in these laws needs to mandate that victims be treated as such instead of as criminals. And since as many as 100,000 children are currently victimized by commercial sexual exploitation in the United States, we need to be watchful and report suspicious activities to the State Department’s trafficking victims hotline (888-373-7888).
The treatment these children—both in this country and overseas—receive at the hands of their captors is so brutal that few Americans believe it is happening—but it is. We cannot imagine reading thousands of headlines a day about children being kidnapped and sexually exploited, but it is the reality we must face. We need to be as outraged by child sex slavery as we are by the stories of Jaycee Lee Dugard, Natascha Kampusch, and Elizabeth Smart. And we must hold out a hand of hope and rescue to these abused and desperate children.
source: http://catholicexchange.com/2009/09/08/121665/
A story in last week’s news focused on the mysterious reappearance of Jaycee Lee Dugard, a 29-year-old woman who had been kidnapped 18 years earlier—snatched into a car while walking home from school. As the details of her imprisonment emerge, the horror is inescapable. Hidden in a filthy backyard complex, she was forced to serve as a sex slave for her jailer—even bearing him two children during her captivity. Can she ever live a normal life? What does the future hold for her children—young teenage girls who rarely left the backyard in which they were born? Will her captor receive the punishment he so soundly deserves?
We’ve heard and been repulsed by such stories before. Three years ago a young German woman, Natascha Kampusch, escaped from an Austrian cellar after being held captive for eight years. Nearly a year after her 2002 abduction from her bedroom and forced “marriage” to her kidnapper, Elizabeth Smart was rescued when an elderly couple recognized her after seeing her story on television. When confronted with the gruesome details of these crimes, we wonder how something like this could happen. What kind of person could treat a child so callously and brutally? At least, we often comfort ourselves, such abductions are rare.
Unfortunately that’s not the case. Every day girls all over the world lose their innocence to heartless “owners” who are profiting from the sale of their young bodies in the sex trade. They “work” in brothels in Eastern Asia, India, Europe, and yes, in the United States. Just last week five people in Houston were arrested and charged with trafficking children—children they had forced into sexual servitude.
The U.S. State Department estimates that about half of the two million people trafficked across international borders each year are minors, the majority of whom are forced into commercial sexual exploitation. These children, occasionally as young as seven or eight, are sexually and emotionally brutalized until they are sufficiently broken to serve as many as 20 customers a day. Vulnerable to the lure of traffickers because they are poor, uneducated, and often orphaned, these girls succumb to tempting offers for seemingly lucrative jobs in other countries. When they arrive, however, in their new homes, they are stripped of their passports, their dignity, and their freedom. Their captors control them by physically and emotionally abusing them and by denying them access to money or other means of escape. Rarely can they speak the language of the country where they are being exploited; many are warned that their families will be murdered if they flee.
In the United States, where studies reveal that the average age at which a girl enters prostitution is 12 or 13, vulnerable populations include runaways, foster children, and illegal immigrants. Most have been sexually abused at home or on the streets. Trafficking recruiters lurk near Southern California high schools and target immigrant girls, threatening to turn their families over to Immigration Services if they don’t begin to turn tricks. Pimps often gain control of runaway girls with kindness—before raping, beating, and drugging them into submission and forcing them to walk the streets. Sadly, if they are picked up by the police, they are often treated as criminals instead of as the victims they are.
It’s time we recognized the evil of this practice and work together to end it. It’s time we, like William Wilberforce and William Lloyd Garrison before us, become abolitionists. To do so, we must first learn as much as we can about sex trafficking and those it affects. We should support the work of nonprofit agencies like the Salvation Army’s program for the abolition of sexual trafficking, the International Justice Mission, Shared Hope International, and Stop Child Trafficking Now to end this vile practice. We can contact state and federal lawmakers and encourage them to enforce existing anti-trafficking legislation and to enact stronger measures against slavery. Language in these laws needs to mandate that victims be treated as such instead of as criminals. And since as many as 100,000 children are currently victimized by commercial sexual exploitation in the United States, we need to be watchful and report suspicious activities to the State Department’s trafficking victims hotline (888-373-7888).
The treatment these children—both in this country and overseas—receive at the hands of their captors is so brutal that few Americans believe it is happening—but it is. We cannot imagine reading thousands of headlines a day about children being kidnapped and sexually exploited, but it is the reality we must face. We need to be as outraged by child sex slavery as we are by the stories of Jaycee Lee Dugard, Natascha Kampusch, and Elizabeth Smart. And we must hold out a hand of hope and rescue to these abused and desperate children.
source: http://catholicexchange.com/2009/09/08/121665/
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Soul Mate.
I realized something today.
I've realized that a soul mate is not necessarily your romantic other half. It's that person you're destined to be with forever.
That person who complements you perfectly. In your thoughts, your emotions, your ministry, everything.
That person you can't live without.
That person who's always on the same page as you no matter how far apart you are or how long it's been since you talked.
That person who eases that aching inside when they are close.
Sierra Lynn Goss is that person to me.
I've realized that a soul mate is not necessarily your romantic other half. It's that person you're destined to be with forever.
That person who complements you perfectly. In your thoughts, your emotions, your ministry, everything.
That person you can't live without.
That person who's always on the same page as you no matter how far apart you are or how long it's been since you talked.
That person who eases that aching inside when they are close.
Sierra Lynn Goss is that person to me.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Struggles
There is a gaping hole in my chest, burning at the edges. This thing called depression fights to surround me. There is nothing I can do to sooth it. No night of rest, no fun and mindless outing. No prayer, no verse, no song, no poem, no thing.
This overwhelming sense of hopelessness encompasses my soul.
EHPESIANS 5:1-21!
"Let no one deceive you with empty words..."
"...for you were formerly darkness, but now you are light in the Lord; walk as children of light...."
"For this reason it says, 'AWAKE O sleeper, and ARISE from the dead! And Christ shall make day dawn upon you and give you light!"
I can almost see it, this dream I'm dreaming, but, there's a voice inside my head saying, "You'll never reach it." Every step I'm taking, every move I make feels lost with no direction, my faith is shaking. But I've got to keep trying. Gotta keep my head held high. There's always going to be another mountain, I'm always gonna want to make it move. Always going to be an uphill battle, sometimes I'm gonna have to lose. It's not about how fast I get there, not about what's waiting on the other side, it's the climb. (never in my WILDEST dreams did I think those words would speak to me)
"Feel grief, but respond with rejoicing."
Just keep pushing on..
This overwhelming sense of hopelessness encompasses my soul.
EHPESIANS 5:1-21!
"Let no one deceive you with empty words..."
"...for you were formerly darkness, but now you are light in the Lord; walk as children of light...."
"For this reason it says, 'AWAKE O sleeper, and ARISE from the dead! And Christ shall make day dawn upon you and give you light!"
I can almost see it, this dream I'm dreaming, but, there's a voice inside my head saying, "You'll never reach it." Every step I'm taking, every move I make feels lost with no direction, my faith is shaking. But I've got to keep trying. Gotta keep my head held high. There's always going to be another mountain, I'm always gonna want to make it move. Always going to be an uphill battle, sometimes I'm gonna have to lose. It's not about how fast I get there, not about what's waiting on the other side, it's the climb. (never in my WILDEST dreams did I think those words would speak to me)
"Feel grief, but respond with rejoicing."
Just keep pushing on..
Sunday, April 26, 2009
THE RESCUE ANTHEM
There are those who expect
the unexpected
Those who cast their vote
for hope
Those who believe that good
Will triumph over evil
WE ARE THOSE PEOPLE
We are the Masses, misfits, moguls, media, millennials
Doing what we can now
With what we have
Our voice
Our impact is only limited
By our willingness to change
We are abducting ourselves
To pose the question to our leaders:
IS THEIR LIFE AS VALUABLE AS MINE?
We are shaping human history
By closing the divide between
Resources and Responsibility
Distance and Disinterest
Awareness and Action
This is about redefining our role in the world
Putting Purpose before Profit
It's about ending the longest running war in Africa
Setting a precedent for Justice
And finishing what was started
We are here to amplify the chorus of their cries:
RESCUE JOSEPH KONY'S CHILD SOLDIERS
the unexpected
Those who cast their vote
for hope
Those who believe that good
Will triumph over evil
WE ARE THOSE PEOPLE
We are the Masses, misfits, moguls, media, millennials
Doing what we can now
With what we have
Our voice
Our impact is only limited
By our willingness to change
We are abducting ourselves
To pose the question to our leaders:
IS THEIR LIFE AS VALUABLE AS MINE?
We are shaping human history
By closing the divide between
Resources and Responsibility
Distance and Disinterest
Awareness and Action
This is about redefining our role in the world
Putting Purpose before Profit
It's about ending the longest running war in Africa
Setting a precedent for Justice
And finishing what was started
We are here to amplify the chorus of their cries:
RESCUE JOSEPH KONY'S CHILD SOLDIERS
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Awake, O Sleeper
This is probably going to be one of those, "Hannah is being transparent and wants to spill her feelings out to the entire cyber world" kind of posts.
Where do I begin?
Life here, where I am, is rough. It's hard. It's grueling. BUT, it's exactly where I am supposed to be. God is the coolest Being I have ever known.
While I sit here, in the so-called "mundane" of Northern Kentucky life, I realize something.
It's not so mundane after all.
I suppose when you go around traveling the world and all, coming back home seems simple, and boring. Why come back here??? What could there possibly still be for me here, in Northern Kentucky??? Nothing but boring days. And people living boring lives. People who don't look past the walls of their suburban homes and cheery churches.
Oh but I was wrong. Apparently, I don't know everything. And apparently, just because I traveled the world doesn't mean I'm too cool for NKY. Oh no.
I'm doing a lot here in the fight against slavery. Did you know human trafficking goes on in Northern Kentucky and the Cincinnati area? Well, it does. And it's really exciting where God is taking me with all of this. But it's a very emotional journey at the same time. I am a very over-emotional and dramatic person. And I am just learning to reign my emotions in and keep them in check. So this emersion into one of the most disgusting, horrifying, perverted, evil industries in this world today has wreaked havoc on my emotional well-being.
I have terrible dreams every night. Not technically terrible in content, but very strange, emotional dreams that make me feel icky, depressed, or distracted from truth when I wake up, and throughout the day. Prayer against these is very important.
I work at Dunkin' Donuts now, which I personally think rocks. I hate donuts, and I hate coffee, but I love my co-workers. That's another mission field God has given me, and it also comes with some very cool friends. The only unfortunate things about this job is the pay, and no health benefits... So I'm kind of in a bind until I find something better. I need something better. And that makes me sad because I love working there.
I continue to hold on to my dream of going back to San Francisco, and one day doing mission work in Ukraine. But for now, God has me in Kentucky. And even though things can be terribly rough, and sometimes depressing and suffocating, that's why I have God, comedy, and my kid siblings.
Ever heard of the Wizards of Wavorly Place? Yeah, they keep me sane.
Life is good, God is better.
"Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall make day dawn upon you and give you light."
Oh, ps, I met Justin Dillon. Just FYI...
Where do I begin?
Life here, where I am, is rough. It's hard. It's grueling. BUT, it's exactly where I am supposed to be. God is the coolest Being I have ever known.
While I sit here, in the so-called "mundane" of Northern Kentucky life, I realize something.
It's not so mundane after all.
I suppose when you go around traveling the world and all, coming back home seems simple, and boring. Why come back here??? What could there possibly still be for me here, in Northern Kentucky??? Nothing but boring days. And people living boring lives. People who don't look past the walls of their suburban homes and cheery churches.
Oh but I was wrong. Apparently, I don't know everything. And apparently, just because I traveled the world doesn't mean I'm too cool for NKY. Oh no.
I'm doing a lot here in the fight against slavery. Did you know human trafficking goes on in Northern Kentucky and the Cincinnati area? Well, it does. And it's really exciting where God is taking me with all of this. But it's a very emotional journey at the same time. I am a very over-emotional and dramatic person. And I am just learning to reign my emotions in and keep them in check. So this emersion into one of the most disgusting, horrifying, perverted, evil industries in this world today has wreaked havoc on my emotional well-being.
I have terrible dreams every night. Not technically terrible in content, but very strange, emotional dreams that make me feel icky, depressed, or distracted from truth when I wake up, and throughout the day. Prayer against these is very important.
I work at Dunkin' Donuts now, which I personally think rocks. I hate donuts, and I hate coffee, but I love my co-workers. That's another mission field God has given me, and it also comes with some very cool friends. The only unfortunate things about this job is the pay, and no health benefits... So I'm kind of in a bind until I find something better. I need something better. And that makes me sad because I love working there.
I continue to hold on to my dream of going back to San Francisco, and one day doing mission work in Ukraine. But for now, God has me in Kentucky. And even though things can be terribly rough, and sometimes depressing and suffocating, that's why I have God, comedy, and my kid siblings.
Ever heard of the Wizards of Wavorly Place? Yeah, they keep me sane.
Life is good, God is better.
"Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall make day dawn upon you and give you light."
Oh, ps, I met Justin Dillon. Just FYI...
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Seven Layer Face
A Poem By Hannah Hendricks
Dedicated to Sierra Lynn Goss
To the end is no end
To burst and to bloom
To run is to mosey
From our impending doom
The stars are the teacups
The rain and the flowers
Each minute a second
Of this lonely hour
The torture is torment
Of this troubled soul
The friendly are missing
You are far from home
He gets you this dark one
His treats and his tricks
He haunts you in sadness
Your faint heart he kicks
The spring-time brings old hurts
Spider webs of lace
Remember who you were
Seven Layer Face
From two-face to freedom
Your heart is mending
But his mask-ed whispers
Your will is bending
Alone you are nothing
Just one you will fall
So rise up and stand strong
As one you are all
The grass is your straw hat
Your socks and your shirt
He still fights for your thoughts
To cause you more hurt
But arise, O sleeper!
A call from the throne
Remember your calling
You are not alone
The spring-time brings new growth
Spider webs of grace
Remember who you are
Heaven layered face
Dedicated to Sierra Lynn Goss
To the end is no end
To burst and to bloom
To run is to mosey
From our impending doom
The stars are the teacups
The rain and the flowers
Each minute a second
Of this lonely hour
The torture is torment
Of this troubled soul
The friendly are missing
You are far from home
He gets you this dark one
His treats and his tricks
He haunts you in sadness
Your faint heart he kicks
The spring-time brings old hurts
Spider webs of lace
Remember who you were
Seven Layer Face
From two-face to freedom
Your heart is mending
But his mask-ed whispers
Your will is bending
Alone you are nothing
Just one you will fall
So rise up and stand strong
As one you are all
The grass is your straw hat
Your socks and your shirt
He still fights for your thoughts
To cause you more hurt
But arise, O sleeper!
A call from the throne
Remember your calling
You are not alone
The spring-time brings new growth
Spider webs of grace
Remember who you are
Heaven layered face
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