End Times 2 Timothy

 But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. 2 People will be lovers of

themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, 3 without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, 4 treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God- 5 having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with such people.

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3 This know also, that in the last days perilous times-

ail come.

1. For men shall be love of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
2. Without natural

affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,

1. Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
2. Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.

Precise

 Window shatters as I wave goodbye. I screamed but I heard nothing . Is helpless and hopeless mean the same things . 

I couldn’t see you . But you heard me , didn’t you . 

Life has left me with so many scars . Unrecognizable 

Fallen stars . 

You kiss me one last time as the phone hangs up 

I don’t want to turn to salt . As I embrace the night air with my finger tips . Never finding you there . 

But I hear you . 

Lost between jacket buttons , and yellow lines . 

It’s clear 

Thin Line

 There isn’t a soul on this earth who knows what I’m going through , or what Raigan is going through. I have to be a happy leader , no matter what cost. 

I wish I could tell everyone so I didn’t feel so alone. But I can’t do that either . All I have is my prayers . 

Bandage (1)

 Critical condition - runs up the spine - memories run down the veins 

Expecting to survive this , just another day . 

It’s just a typical moment spent . 
Why do I feel like this . 

Maybe I thought this was my seine. 

Not the blade . 

They say I’ll be just fine , but it’s about more than tonight . 

Right . 

I’m so full of finger prints with no hand to hold , as I watch the clouded sky . 

Critical condition , they say not to worry I’ll be just fine . 

But it’s about this life - spent . 

Can you see the dust settling . Expecting to survive - another day 

The ocean folds over again telling her story , 

But we both know it’s more than just this . 

When my seine becomes fray . 

But they say - you’ll survive another day .

Entrance

 I’m in a parking lot , it’s dark and I’m listening to Normal The Kid. It’s a shame to walk around a bit heart broken and have to smile at the same time . There’s an audience who will beg for your attention , your love they take away your freedom, only to want your light when they are in a dark place . So their connection becomes toxic . 

I wanted to love you , to save you , but only God can do that the way you need it. My love will never be enough and the love you lack in yourself I can never fill that void 

Here I am alone . Raining on the inside bustling through empty crowds , a secret I hide inside my heart . 

I tried to hold on . But did you know the entire time you were pushing me away ? 

There’s nothing I can do as I stand on this  stage with bags of empty promises . 

I asked God yesterday to empty my pockets to see what was left and I was left with none . 

What’s next I can’t imagine . Always walking this road alone . 

Faith . 

Gutted (1)

 I couldn’t imagine my life with out you 

As I drive each white fence seems to get longer . 

I know you hear me . Sometimes demons get the best of us . 

Love just isn’t enough . 

I see your broken bones . 

I see your black eyes . Now drawn . 

I hear you from amongst the vast sea . Life has a way of drowning us 

Luckily I survived . 

Maybe fingers were meant to let go 

But it doesn't mean the prints fade 

From my face . 

From my picture frames . 

I’m always here inside you 

When you need me . 

I know you can hear me 

Everything will be alright . 

Long Distsnce (1)

 You say the right things at all the right times . 

Opening doors closed long ago 

There’s something in your voice 

Feels like home . 

If I put your initials with mine on the tree outside , will it last or will it fade away , 

Your my Romeo to Juliet in a Bonny and Clyde way - 

I can’t wait to see . 

I can’t wait to see how it goes 

I can’t wait to see 

I can’t wait to see you

You 

And if it’s ever cold outside 

You can’t find your way home 

I promise I’ll be the light on your porch 

I promise to never hurt you 

I promise 

I promise to never disappoint you 

I promise 

I promise I’ll never leave your porch dark . 

I just want to be your home . 

Imagined -Heaven Sent

 I thought I had it planned out . In my head the man I wanted to marry . I saw him there dancing with me in the cool air of the mountains , him in old time brown suspenders , dancing with me under the stars . I even can imagine him. He is an old soul a punk rock guy , tattoos and -  loves me . I’ve never had a wedding or even been proposed too . I have a picture in my mind that I thought it would be my old boyfriend Jon. 

He was perfect I thought , for me any way . He was sort of an old romantic , but what made that special was he definitely was a man’s man . I still love Jon . But the years have brought me now much older and alone . 

Alone now 7 years . I can’t imagine online dating. How do I find something like that through a computer screen. 

You see I’m an old skool punk rock loving girl . 

All I want is to be loved before I die. I just wait on God 

I’m fine being alone. I’ve been alone so long . 

But boy would I love to find this and dance under those stars .