I did something today I had been meaning to do for a while...I went to the gym. For the past week I had been so busy with school, work, and school (yes, I meant to mention it twice), that I had no time to myself to do the things I so love doing. Working out happens to be one of those things. I love feeling my muscles tighten up as I think about the future of my washboard abs (oh wait, that was my dream). I love running on the machines and feeling all my problems and Twinkies sweat away. But most of all, I love the feeling of getting to the gym, because getting there is the hardest part. Walking into the building is a chore all its own.
Your brain is telling you to run, and I don't mean on a treadmill. It says "turn around now or else you'll regret it." And yes, sometimes you do. Your body feels fatigued and broken after a workout, but that's a good thing. It allows your body to build itself back up. I'm not sure if you know this, but when you do a physical activity, your muscles are using and "eating up" all the extra food and energy reserves you have. If you work out hard enough you begin to burn off so much that it outweighs how much you put into your body, and therein lies the beauty of weight loss.
Well, as your muscles literally break themselves down, there is more room to build them back up to a level greater than before. You take in protein, which adds strength to previously weak areas of your body. As time progresses, you usually see an outward difference in appearance and performance.
I gave you this long health lesson to portray an idea. Sometimes, in life, we go through rough spots. A lot of times these rough spots look like they are impossible to bypass or even trudge through. We see the impossibility of our circumstances, and like so many infants do, we plop onto our bums and start crying. We complain that this or that isn't fair, or this or that is too hard. We decide to stay put instead of going to the gym. The less we face our problems, just like the less we go to the gym, the less fit we get emotionally and spiritually.
God, being the loving Father he is, puts us through times in order to strengthen us, to build our spiritual muscles. Our circumstances break us down to the point that we have to go to him and say, "well, um, I kind of can't do this alone...can you help?" And again, as the loving Father, God comes in and shows us (trains us) in the ways to spiritual strength. As that happens people will see an outward change in us, not like bigger biceps and tighter glutes (although I welcome both). We will produce good fruit, a healthy relationship with Christ, and a love for others that overwhelms those who aren't saved.
It takes time, there is no doubt. And there are days when we just want to stay where we are and indulge in the delicious and fun ways of this world. But as God strengthens us spiritually, it gets a little easier. We will never be perfect (we all miss our days at the gym), but with God as our trainer, we can become great spiritual athletes and run the race well...all the way to the finish.
The Chronicles of a Student Nurse, 1.2
Today was our first big test in theory class, and man was it a doozy (sp?). I hadn't really studied much for it, which worried me a lot. I had done a few practice problems that were similar to the critical thinking ones that would be on the test, but other than that I think I had read three or four chapters out of a total of like 100 (ok, maybe it was 19. No seriously, it really was 19 chapters).
Anyways, it is needless to say that I was a little freaked and anxious. I knew that whatever score I got I was stuck with for the rest of the semester and couldn't shluff off any more. I got on campus plenty early and saw all my friends frantically cramming. Now, I need to say something here about test-day cram sessions.
Honestly, how much can it help? Say you studied 5 hours the night before, trying to cram as much information into your already crammed-full brain, drinking two or three cups of coffee, until you passed out on the couch from overload of info. You woke up and rushed to school, only to grab the exact same book with the exact same info that you had read 2 hours before (amount of sleep pending). I just don't see how looking over the stuff some more that didn't change over a night that has caused you to lose countless hours of sleep can help. Logic says it would hinder you.
I obviously didn't bring my book.
We were all uptight as could be, just wanting it to all be over. Most of us expected to fail even though we put on a happy face and told each other "I'm shooting for the A." Who knows how many people had already cried over the fact that this test , and the four or five following it, could make or break how far we made it in the program.
Now, it may seem like this whole thing is a complete over-exageration. But keep in mind that we were still in the dark. And the mind plays tricks on you in the dark, making you think things are a certain way, which they aren't, and making you see things you think are there, which they aren't. So, even though we may have had a chance to redeem ourselves on a later test, we were just seeing the current crisis and nothing more. Sound like our society at all? Maybe, maybe not...
...long story short, I passed along with the rest of my crew. We went to celebrate at Pei-Wei. The end (for now).
Anyways, it is needless to say that I was a little freaked and anxious. I knew that whatever score I got I was stuck with for the rest of the semester and couldn't shluff off any more. I got on campus plenty early and saw all my friends frantically cramming. Now, I need to say something here about test-day cram sessions.
Honestly, how much can it help? Say you studied 5 hours the night before, trying to cram as much information into your already crammed-full brain, drinking two or three cups of coffee, until you passed out on the couch from overload of info. You woke up and rushed to school, only to grab the exact same book with the exact same info that you had read 2 hours before (amount of sleep pending). I just don't see how looking over the stuff some more that didn't change over a night that has caused you to lose countless hours of sleep can help. Logic says it would hinder you.
I obviously didn't bring my book.
We were all uptight as could be, just wanting it to all be over. Most of us expected to fail even though we put on a happy face and told each other "I'm shooting for the A." Who knows how many people had already cried over the fact that this test , and the four or five following it, could make or break how far we made it in the program.
Now, it may seem like this whole thing is a complete over-exageration. But keep in mind that we were still in the dark. And the mind plays tricks on you in the dark, making you think things are a certain way, which they aren't, and making you see things you think are there, which they aren't. So, even though we may have had a chance to redeem ourselves on a later test, we were just seeing the current crisis and nothing more. Sound like our society at all? Maybe, maybe not...
...long story short, I passed along with the rest of my crew. We went to celebrate at Pei-Wei. The end (for now).
The Chronicles of a Student Nurse, 1.1
So, here we are, fourth week in. We had hospital orientation yesterday and all I can say is wow! Here's how it went down. I set my alarm for 4:45, allowing for a small 15-minute snooze button period. At five, I was up and out of bed, running mainly on fear and anxiety rather than the bowl of frosted flakes and glass of OJ. I donned my smurf-colored scrubs (don't even ask), and I was out the door at the earliest hour I remember ever being awake in my life.
There is an ethereal glow you can sense in those early morning hours. It might the mysterious glow of dawn about to come over the horizon, but I suspected it was from the bright moon shining through the clouds and the yellow street lights glancing off the swaying trees. As I got in my car I said a little prayer that went a little something like this: "God, don't let me fail. Please don't let me kill anyone (whether I'm doing something with the patient or not). Lord, don't let me cry in front of anyone. Give me strength. And, oh yeah, Jesus...don't let me look like an idiot. Amen."
I drove on the highway and made my exit no problem. After parking at the garage and hoping the fact that the ticket machine was out of order wouldn't stop me from getting out at the end of the day, I met two classmates and crossed the not-so-busy Harry Hines to the lobby where, miraculously, everyone made it on time. Our teacher asked us for our paperwork (which I had spent hours doing, quadruple-checking, and praying over so that I wouldn't forget anything), and I held my breath as I handed it to her. She scanned it, said "thank you"; I let out a quick whimper of thanksgiving, and that was the whole ordeal.
She gave us a quick tour of the hospital and told us we would be following around the PCAs for an hour and a half. Our group dropped off each pair one-by-one at our assigned floors and we said our goodbyes. We were dropped off second to last, and by that time the shift change was underway. Everyone was running around and, even though it looked like mass chaos, somehow everyone knew where they were going and what they had to do. My excuse and answer for the perpetual deer-in-the-headlights look these next two years is going to be, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm just a student." It sounds like a fool-proof plan to me...
After hours of conferences, a scarfed-down, yet completely savored, lunch, and 30 minutes of quick chart readings and assignments, we were done. As I left the hospital with a headache like I had never had before, blood-red eyes that I had to force to stay open due to lack of sleep, and a mind so crammed full of new information it was about to burst, I walked out with a look of triumph on my face. I smiled as I thought about how I survived my first day of many. But I'm not allowed to think of that right now. I told myself that if I wanted to survive...
...it would be one day at a time.
There is an ethereal glow you can sense in those early morning hours. It might the mysterious glow of dawn about to come over the horizon, but I suspected it was from the bright moon shining through the clouds and the yellow street lights glancing off the swaying trees. As I got in my car I said a little prayer that went a little something like this: "God, don't let me fail. Please don't let me kill anyone (whether I'm doing something with the patient or not). Lord, don't let me cry in front of anyone. Give me strength. And, oh yeah, Jesus...don't let me look like an idiot. Amen."
I drove on the highway and made my exit no problem. After parking at the garage and hoping the fact that the ticket machine was out of order wouldn't stop me from getting out at the end of the day, I met two classmates and crossed the not-so-busy Harry Hines to the lobby where, miraculously, everyone made it on time. Our teacher asked us for our paperwork (which I had spent hours doing, quadruple-checking, and praying over so that I wouldn't forget anything), and I held my breath as I handed it to her. She scanned it, said "thank you"; I let out a quick whimper of thanksgiving, and that was the whole ordeal.
She gave us a quick tour of the hospital and told us we would be following around the PCAs for an hour and a half. Our group dropped off each pair one-by-one at our assigned floors and we said our goodbyes. We were dropped off second to last, and by that time the shift change was underway. Everyone was running around and, even though it looked like mass chaos, somehow everyone knew where they were going and what they had to do. My excuse and answer for the perpetual deer-in-the-headlights look these next two years is going to be, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm just a student." It sounds like a fool-proof plan to me...
After hours of conferences, a scarfed-down, yet completely savored, lunch, and 30 minutes of quick chart readings and assignments, we were done. As I left the hospital with a headache like I had never had before, blood-red eyes that I had to force to stay open due to lack of sleep, and a mind so crammed full of new information it was about to burst, I walked out with a look of triumph on my face. I smiled as I thought about how I survived my first day of many. But I'm not allowed to think of that right now. I told myself that if I wanted to survive...
...it would be one day at a time.
The Lark Ascending by George Meredith
HE rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake,
All intervolv’d and spreading wide,
5
Like water-dimples down a tide
Where ripple ripple overcurls
And eddy into eddy whirls;
A press of hurried notes that run
So fleet they scarce are more than one,
10
Yet changingly the trills repeat
And linger ringing while they fleet,
Sweet to the quick o’ the ear, and dear
To her beyond the handmaid ear,
Who sits beside our inner springs,
15
Too often dry for this he brings,
Which seems the very jet of earth
At sight of sun, her musci’s mirth,
As up he wings the spiral stair,
A song of light, and pierces air
20
With fountain ardor, fountain play,
To reach the shining tops of day,
And drink in everything discern’d
An ecstasy to music turn’d,
Impell’d by what his happy bill
25
Disperses; drinking, showering still,
Unthinking save that he may give
His voice the outlet, there to live
Renew’d in endless notes of glee,
So thirsty of his voice is he,
30
For all to hear and all to know
That he is joy, awake, aglow,
The tumult of the heart to hear
Through pureness filter’d crystal-clear,
And know the pleasure sprinkled bright
35
By simple singing of delight,
Shrill, irreflective, unrestrain’d,
Rapt, ringing, on the jet sustain’d
Without a break, without a fall,
Sweet-silvery, sheer lyrical,
40
Perennial, quavering up the chord
Like myriad dews of sunny sward
That trembling into fulness shine,
And sparkle dropping argentine;
Such wooing as the ear receives
45
From zephyr caught in choric leaves
Of aspens when their chattering net
Is flush’d to white with shivers wet;
And such the water-spirit’s chime
On mountain heights in morning’s prime,
50
Too freshly sweet to seem excess,
Too animate to need a stress;
But wider over many heads
The starry voice ascending spreads,
Awakening, as it waxes thin,
55
The best in us to him akin;
And every face to watch him rais’d,
Puts on the light of children prais’d,
So rich our human pleasure ripes
When sweetness on sincereness pipes,
60
Though nought be promis’d from the seas,
But only a soft-ruffling breeze
Sweep glittering on a still content,
Serenity in ravishment.
For singing till his heaven fills,
65
’T is love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup,
And he the wine which overflows
To lift us with him as he goes:
70
The woods and brooks, the sheep and kine
He is, the hills, the human line,
The meadows green, the fallows brown,
The dreams of labor in the town;
He sings the sap, the quicken’d veins;
75
The wedding song of sun and rains
He is, the dance of children, thanks
Of sowers, shout of primrose-banks,
And eye of violets while they breathe;
All these the circling song will wreathe,
80
And you shall hear the herb and tree,
The better heart of men shall see,
Shall feel celestially, as long
As you crave nothing save the song.
Was never voice of ours could say
85
Our inmost in the sweetest way,
Like yonder voice aloft, and link
All hearers in the song they drink:
Our wisdom speaks from failing blood,
Our passion is too full in flood,
90
We want the key of his wild note
Of truthful in a tuneful throat,
The song seraphically free
Of taint of personality,
So pure that it salutes the suns
95
The voice of one for millions,
In whom the millions rejoice
For giving their one spirit voice.
Yet men have we, whom we revere,
Now names, and men still housing here,
100
Whose lives, by many a battle-dint
Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint,
Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet
For song our highest heaven to greet:
Whom heavenly singing gives us new,
105
Enspheres them brilliant in our blue,
From firmest base to farthest leap,
Because their love of Earth is deep,
And they are warriors in accord
With life to serve and pass reward,
110
So touching purest and so heard
In the brain’s reflex of yon bird;
Wherefore their soul in me, or mine,
Through self-forgetfulness divine,
In them, that song aloft maintains,
115
To fill the sky and thrill the plains
With showerings drawn from human stores,
As he to silence nearer soars,
Extends the world at wings and dome,
More spacious making more our home,
120
Till lost on his aërial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings.
He drops the silver chain of sound
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake,
All intervolv’d and spreading wide,
5
Like water-dimples down a tide
Where ripple ripple overcurls
And eddy into eddy whirls;
A press of hurried notes that run
So fleet they scarce are more than one,
10
Yet changingly the trills repeat
And linger ringing while they fleet,
Sweet to the quick o’ the ear, and dear
To her beyond the handmaid ear,
Who sits beside our inner springs,
15
Too often dry for this he brings,
Which seems the very jet of earth
At sight of sun, her musci’s mirth,
As up he wings the spiral stair,
A song of light, and pierces air
20
With fountain ardor, fountain play,
To reach the shining tops of day,
And drink in everything discern’d
An ecstasy to music turn’d,
Impell’d by what his happy bill
25
Disperses; drinking, showering still,
Unthinking save that he may give
His voice the outlet, there to live
Renew’d in endless notes of glee,
So thirsty of his voice is he,
30
For all to hear and all to know
That he is joy, awake, aglow,
The tumult of the heart to hear
Through pureness filter’d crystal-clear,
And know the pleasure sprinkled bright
35
By simple singing of delight,
Shrill, irreflective, unrestrain’d,
Rapt, ringing, on the jet sustain’d
Without a break, without a fall,
Sweet-silvery, sheer lyrical,
40
Perennial, quavering up the chord
Like myriad dews of sunny sward
That trembling into fulness shine,
And sparkle dropping argentine;
Such wooing as the ear receives
45
From zephyr caught in choric leaves
Of aspens when their chattering net
Is flush’d to white with shivers wet;
And such the water-spirit’s chime
On mountain heights in morning’s prime,
50
Too freshly sweet to seem excess,
Too animate to need a stress;
But wider over many heads
The starry voice ascending spreads,
Awakening, as it waxes thin,
55
The best in us to him akin;
And every face to watch him rais’d,
Puts on the light of children prais’d,
So rich our human pleasure ripes
When sweetness on sincereness pipes,
60
Though nought be promis’d from the seas,
But only a soft-ruffling breeze
Sweep glittering on a still content,
Serenity in ravishment.
For singing till his heaven fills,
65
’T is love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup,
And he the wine which overflows
To lift us with him as he goes:
70
The woods and brooks, the sheep and kine
He is, the hills, the human line,
The meadows green, the fallows brown,
The dreams of labor in the town;
He sings the sap, the quicken’d veins;
75
The wedding song of sun and rains
He is, the dance of children, thanks
Of sowers, shout of primrose-banks,
And eye of violets while they breathe;
All these the circling song will wreathe,
80
And you shall hear the herb and tree,
The better heart of men shall see,
Shall feel celestially, as long
As you crave nothing save the song.
Was never voice of ours could say
85
Our inmost in the sweetest way,
Like yonder voice aloft, and link
All hearers in the song they drink:
Our wisdom speaks from failing blood,
Our passion is too full in flood,
90
We want the key of his wild note
Of truthful in a tuneful throat,
The song seraphically free
Of taint of personality,
So pure that it salutes the suns
95
The voice of one for millions,
In whom the millions rejoice
For giving their one spirit voice.
Yet men have we, whom we revere,
Now names, and men still housing here,
100
Whose lives, by many a battle-dint
Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint,
Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet
For song our highest heaven to greet:
Whom heavenly singing gives us new,
105
Enspheres them brilliant in our blue,
From firmest base to farthest leap,
Because their love of Earth is deep,
And they are warriors in accord
With life to serve and pass reward,
110
So touching purest and so heard
In the brain’s reflex of yon bird;
Wherefore their soul in me, or mine,
Through self-forgetfulness divine,
In them, that song aloft maintains,
115
To fill the sky and thrill the plains
With showerings drawn from human stores,
As he to silence nearer soars,
Extends the world at wings and dome,
More spacious making more our home,
120
Till lost on his aërial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings.
Life 4.0
So, I've been so busy you don't understand. First was camp...amazing. So much stuff went down it's hard to remember every detail, but I'll try. A lot of things changed, our schedule got busier, and they tired us out a lot more quickly. I think I probably took like a nap everyday, like an old person. But hey, I understand why they do it now! Anyways, Kevin came back to preach and he was intense. I mean like cry every sermon, passion overflowing from every one of his veins. He hit us fast and hard and it was by far a no holds barred match up between us and God (in a good way).
The band was also amazing. It was their first time leading a camp, but they were amazing. I remember it was like the second day (maybe third) and they were playing through their set like normal. Before camp, I had been really apprehensive of letting God take a hold of me. I was convinced I didn't need help, that I had it going on...boy was I wrong.
You let your guard down at all when the Spirit is moving and BAM...it hits you hard. I can't explain it in a way to do it justice, and unless you are a Christian and have felt the Spirit moving you probably wouldn't understand, but this feeling was scary and happy and sad and exhilarating and tiring and everything you want in a personal experience with the Lord, the Creator of the universe.
As I listened to the band play on and stood in the midst of a hundred other students, all sound drowned out. It was like one of those sleeps when you are both aware and unaware of your surroundings. Even the music seemed dulled in comparison to the Lord's presence. I was performing for an audience of one, and even if everyone else sat down, I would have been standing. It was amazing to just stand in the Lord's presence, in awe of all the things He has done, is doing, and will do.
So, camp wrapped up and we all went our separate ways...that meant that Paul, JP, my dad, and I all headed out on our road trip. Again, so many things happened, but I really wanted to say one thing.
The Lord is good! Those words are really not enough (good Relient K song by the way) to explain how glorious and majestic our Father truly is. We got the chance to watch the sun set over the Grand Canyon, an oh what a sight to see! We sat on the edge as I read Job 38 and Psalm 104, fearing for the lives of my more courageous brothers, completely in awe of the Lord and His creation. I remember thinking "how could such an awesome God love such wretched creatures as us?" He doesn't need us, but He wants us. When we hate Him, He loves us. When we abandon Him, He is steadfast. There are no words to explain the magnitude and beauty of the Grand Canyon, just like there are not enough words to describe our Awesome God.
OK, so after (and even during) this major life experience, I was thinking about someone. This someone is very special to me, but I'm kind of confused about how. Is she special to me like a sister (she is one of my best friends), or is it more than that (I know that I am at least attracted to her)? We have known each other since we were semi-young, but it never really worked out to where we dated. I've liked her at points, and she's liked me at points (I think), but it just never worked out I guess.
So now, randomly I think, I have begun to wonder about my feelings for her. I know I don't want a serious relationship with her or anyone else right now because I need to focus on my nursing school, but I don't know how to go about the situation. I know we fight a lot, and I act like a complete idiot and jerk to her because I hate it when she talks about other guys and how she likes them (she has a right to, I know), and I know that jealousy has no place in a good relationship, but I don't know how to act around her. Recently I've done better, partly because we haven't seen each other, at keeping my mouth shut and letting her talk and just treating her like a friend, which she is. I don't know how to explain it all. I think she is so beautiful, she loves the Lord, she is hilarious, she has so many strong qualities, and she's kind of quirky, but I don't know if it goes past an infatuation into a liking, and if it does, how do I handle it? Girls stink...
[Deep breath] There you go. My life in a nutshell, written in a hasty 30 minutes' longing to go to bed. Whew, now I just have the rest of my life ahead of me...
The band was also amazing. It was their first time leading a camp, but they were amazing. I remember it was like the second day (maybe third) and they were playing through their set like normal. Before camp, I had been really apprehensive of letting God take a hold of me. I was convinced I didn't need help, that I had it going on...boy was I wrong.
You let your guard down at all when the Spirit is moving and BAM...it hits you hard. I can't explain it in a way to do it justice, and unless you are a Christian and have felt the Spirit moving you probably wouldn't understand, but this feeling was scary and happy and sad and exhilarating and tiring and everything you want in a personal experience with the Lord, the Creator of the universe.
As I listened to the band play on and stood in the midst of a hundred other students, all sound drowned out. It was like one of those sleeps when you are both aware and unaware of your surroundings. Even the music seemed dulled in comparison to the Lord's presence. I was performing for an audience of one, and even if everyone else sat down, I would have been standing. It was amazing to just stand in the Lord's presence, in awe of all the things He has done, is doing, and will do.
So, camp wrapped up and we all went our separate ways...that meant that Paul, JP, my dad, and I all headed out on our road trip. Again, so many things happened, but I really wanted to say one thing.
The Lord is good! Those words are really not enough (good Relient K song by the way) to explain how glorious and majestic our Father truly is. We got the chance to watch the sun set over the Grand Canyon, an oh what a sight to see! We sat on the edge as I read Job 38 and Psalm 104, fearing for the lives of my more courageous brothers, completely in awe of the Lord and His creation. I remember thinking "how could such an awesome God love such wretched creatures as us?" He doesn't need us, but He wants us. When we hate Him, He loves us. When we abandon Him, He is steadfast. There are no words to explain the magnitude and beauty of the Grand Canyon, just like there are not enough words to describe our Awesome God.
OK, so after (and even during) this major life experience, I was thinking about someone. This someone is very special to me, but I'm kind of confused about how. Is she special to me like a sister (she is one of my best friends), or is it more than that (I know that I am at least attracted to her)? We have known each other since we were semi-young, but it never really worked out to where we dated. I've liked her at points, and she's liked me at points (I think), but it just never worked out I guess.
So now, randomly I think, I have begun to wonder about my feelings for her. I know I don't want a serious relationship with her or anyone else right now because I need to focus on my nursing school, but I don't know how to go about the situation. I know we fight a lot, and I act like a complete idiot and jerk to her because I hate it when she talks about other guys and how she likes them (she has a right to, I know), and I know that jealousy has no place in a good relationship, but I don't know how to act around her. Recently I've done better, partly because we haven't seen each other, at keeping my mouth shut and letting her talk and just treating her like a friend, which she is. I don't know how to explain it all. I think she is so beautiful, she loves the Lord, she is hilarious, she has so many strong qualities, and she's kind of quirky, but I don't know if it goes past an infatuation into a liking, and if it does, how do I handle it? Girls stink...
[Deep breath] There you go. My life in a nutshell, written in a hasty 30 minutes' longing to go to bed. Whew, now I just have the rest of my life ahead of me...
For You
A picture of perfection is nowhere near perfect,
My reflection of you is so blatantly worthless,
How can I lie and say it doesn't matter...
When everytime I move, I commit murder?
It's over, I'm done, You finally won,
It's over, I'm through, I give it all to you.
My eyes are dry and I have nothing left.
These tears on my cheeks give away my distress.
How many times will it take me to realize...
Without you I'm nothing, take this weight off my chest.
It's over, I'm done, You finally won,
It's over, I'm through, I give it all to you.
My heart and my mind,
Are no longer mine.
This stone heart in my chest,
Is Yours till my last breath.
All struggle and strife,
My sad little life,
Is taken, now taken...
It's over, I'm done, You finally won,
It's over, I'm through, I give it all to you.
My Father, Your son, has finally won,
Now I know what to do...to live for You.
My reflection of you is so blatantly worthless,
How can I lie and say it doesn't matter...
When everytime I move, I commit murder?
It's over, I'm done, You finally won,
It's over, I'm through, I give it all to you.
My eyes are dry and I have nothing left.
These tears on my cheeks give away my distress.
How many times will it take me to realize...
Without you I'm nothing, take this weight off my chest.
It's over, I'm done, You finally won,
It's over, I'm through, I give it all to you.
My heart and my mind,
Are no longer mine.
This stone heart in my chest,
Is Yours till my last breath.
All struggle and strife,
My sad little life,
Is taken, now taken...
It's over, I'm done, You finally won,
It's over, I'm through, I give it all to you.
My Father, Your son, has finally won,
Now I know what to do...to live for You.
The Last Day, (Original)
I wrote this today in honor of no school. Summer is an easy subject to sing about because of all the emotions and memories tied to it. This is also inspired by Blink-182...
Last day of school is the very best,
Last day of school and some unrest.
We throw our papers in the sky,
Last day of school and some unrest.
We throw our papers in the sky,
Last day of school! Oh my, my, my!
It rained the start of summer, won’t
Go out to play, what a bummer, don’t
Go to the swimming pool just yet.
I can’t afford to get my hair wet.
Take a road trip with my bestest friends,
No one wants the fun to ever end.
Come home and sleep till one o’clock,
I think I might be out of clean socks.
Last day of summer really sucks,
Last day of summer with a hundred bucks.
We throw our last gigantic gig,
Last day of summer and we go out big!
It rained the start of summer, won’t
Go out to play, what a bummer, don’t
Go to the swimming pool just yet.
I can’t afford to get my hair wet.
Take a road trip with my bestest friends,
No one wants the fun to ever end.
Come home and sleep till one o’clock,
I think I might be out of clean socks.
Last day of summer really sucks,
Last day of summer with a hundred bucks.
We throw our last gigantic gig,
Last day of summer and we go out big!
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