Sounds like megan

You See Me

I heard there was someone watching over me
How did this happen when Ive guarded my life
How did it happen, how

You see me even when Im unusual
You see me me even when I don’t want you to, or anyone
To see me, You see me
I close the door so you can see me

I heard there was someone looking after my dreams
Nurturing believing as I sing
How is it you love me even when I fall
How is it you need me when I am nothing,
Nothing to his world

Where It Was

Where was the ocean when I wanted to swim
Where were your toys when you wanted to play
Where were my glasses when the sun came out
Where was the money when the talk was empty

Why do things go missing
How can things disappear
Who comes in to steal what we don’t have
Who will return what was thrown away

Where are the tissues to blow my nose
Where were the notes for me to study
Where is the book I had to read
Where were you going when I was at home

Medication

I thought is something wrong with my mind
Doctor agreed with my diagnosis
He gave me some medication to ease the pain
It also decreased my daily senses of life

The medication that keeps me alive
Holds onto what is broken
The medication of the pill that keeps me high
Substance inside the pill
Cuts off my esophagus as it goes down

The prevented becomes necessary to stay alive
The presence of my saviour is my medication

Robot

I was grey and used, you put me together
You collected all the right contents
Crafted them together
Tough to withstand the weather, you made me

I was programmed to be used in this hour
I was built with you in mind
Different opinions, body the same
Differences were handed out.

I’m a robot to fulfill the purpose
I’m a robot choose like one
I’m a robot you’re pressing the wrong buttons
I’m a robot built to destroy
Engaging with the tongue

Answer Is

Feed the hungry give them what they need
Just as you were fed and hunger filled
Sacrifice a little for those others,
Who really thought they would rather be dead

You are the answer to your own problems
Help someone and watch your situation change
You are the healer of your own life
Fix your neighbor and watch your own life rise

The only answer I know is Jesus
To remove the chains holding the ground
The answer is Jesus
Remove the hurt and forgive
The beautiful name Jesus

Butterfly

I was born to be free, I cut the chains from my wrist.
On a stage built for me, I breathe
Listen to the sound that surrounds me
Whisper to myself it was worth it

Released like a butterfly, beautiful into the sky
I was cocooned for so long
With every new tear a new life, every trouble a new victory
To become the beautiful butterfly I am today

A moment of growth was a moment of pain
The cocoon you built was enough to sustain
The weather of life forward and back
Foundation was laid, Spine so strong

Step by step the cocoon breaks
Step by step the colors were shown
Step by step Beauty again, beauty for ashes.

Gut wrenches

My gut wrenches when you reach out
My gut wrenches when you touch my soul
My gut wrenches as my heart changes

You broke me in two, sold, give it to you.
You broke me free, my life, victory.
You broke me free, I can move
You broke me free, I can breathe

I feel the pain as my wounds heal
I feel the hurt come out from my inside
I feel the hammer hit my head
Freedom from the inside.

Missing

I will sing like a bird until you come home
I will smile with my teeth showing as if you were here
I will jump from cloud to cloud with your hand in mine
Laughing like we use to

I will wash your clothes as if you still wore them
I will shed my weight as if you asked
I will celebrate our anniversary with a cooked dinner
I will not accept you are not coming back

I will not be stuck on what’s happening now
What you were or would be
You will run through my head like a home movie
You will pulse through my veins like you’re still my lover

I know you are gone but I refuse to believe you are missing.

An Artist

Who decides what is art and what is rubbish
When is an artist dreaming, when they are creating?
Do we live with nothing for the sake of art?
Do we sacrifice it all to create?

A true artist does not stop creating when the world stops watching
An artist continues to create history
Within the veins of a creator is an artist to be individually creating
Listens to what can’t be heard.

An artist creates life from the dust of the earth
An artist pumps integrity into the world
An artist dreams and creates new dreams everyday
An artist flies from home, to the home in their head
Listens to what can’t be heard.