(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow