The rain has stopped.
The sidewalk has ended...

We complain about the burdens we carry
And the everyday struggles we must face...

Why do we make promises
And set emotions in stone...

Give me a pen,
And I will create a...

Hearts would be repairable.
Unique would be acceptable...

I guess a "Congratulations" is in store.
I mean, it's only fair...

The ink has dried,
The book has closed...

Life is a clumsy waltz.
The steps are not planned out...

Jamie didn't want to go to school
Or learn her ABC's...

What is average or even normal?
Explain to me your idea of perfection...

Bits of hope fall from Heaven,
Laced together with innocence...

What if the sky turned upside down?
I might walk upon the stars...