In a Jet Stream

The world, it looks so beautiful
When far above it's touch
And though I can be cynical
The poets saw so much

One feels as poor as dirt and
Yet still he rules the world
The stars seem closer than land
And still they're untouched pearls

A bump and then a flash goes
And thoughts will swarm my head
That sand will cover our nose
And take us to the dead

But oh! the beauty of it
That he who made the sky
Holds me right where I now sit
And kills what haunts my mind

Captive, Run Free

This is hurting, heavy burden
Like a sack full of bricks on my back
You are watching, waiting, kindly begging
For me to lay my cares upon you

Cuz you care for me in my hopeless state
And you burn for me, you burn for me

I know now the weight of it all
How it sits on your shoulders
And it pulls you down
Rising up, you shout "Victory!
Captive, come with me
You're finally free."

Set towards one thing, eyes fixed on me
The worst hell you endured willingly
So that I'd be made right, stand tall in light
Of your life, since mine is darker than night