In Silence You Hear Who You Are

I Don't See The World Unless I See It In Ink.

There Is A Pretty Girl On The Face Of The Magazine And All I See Is My Dirty Hands Turning The Page.

I Was Thinking That I Might Fly Today. Just To Disprove All The Things You Say... Please Be Careful With Me, I'm Sensitive, And I'd Like To Stay That Way.

We'll Fight, Not Out Of Spite For Someone Must Stand Up For What's Right 'cause Where There's A Man Who Has No Voice There Ours Shall Go Singing My Hands Are Small I Know But They're Not Yours, They Are My Own But They're Not Yours, They Are My Own I Am Never Broken In The End Only Kindness Matters In The End Only Kindness Matters

We All Will Be Christed When We Hear Ourselves Say: We Are That To Which We Pray