not like the others …

when you fall i’ll catch you when you cry i’ll listen when you run i’ll stay i’m not like the others but you’ve heard that line before believe in me i’ll believe in you and this time we’ll make each others dreams come true …

rooted path …

this rooted path i walk isn’t for the weak. i spend numerous days fantasizing of princesses, who seem so out of reach. i slay dragons, who wish to see me burn. i see kings who are nothing more than pawns …

facing fears …

i felt at ease up here. maybe because that’s where i’m supposed to be, or maybe because the friendly bartender gave me a shot to calm my nerves. either way i stood and faced my fears, having come out the other side, just a little bit stronger ...

standing tall …

there were many times i slouched amongst my peers. too afraid to speak, too quiet to say. last night i stood tall. i rose up against my fears. last night a city heard, what i had to say ...