That Girl with the PaintbrushI know a girl unlike no other.Shes so unique; nobody can ever be like her.Shes smart, strong, and selfless.Shes carefree, loving, and beautiful.Inside and out.Shes like a paintbrush, an artists instrument.She paints the world around her,Making it a beautiful place,Despite the tears and deaths.Making people see the colors that no one notices.She made a canvas in my life.Sketched and painted it lovingly.Or like a fragile mosaic,Parts of me were carefully placed.She enthuse me to be who I want to be.She grew a year older now,But I know shell never change her better self,Never
Not Just My FootstepsIt seems to me, or to all of us,That we've been walking on the same road.Traveling this life to no end,As if running in circles.But we kept going, didn't we?Because we didn't want to leavejust our footsteps behind.We've been taught great knowledge,And we've been inspired.But now is our time to touch,Not one, but many wandering souls.And also give them the gift of God.Because we don't want to leavejust our footsteps behind.Now that we're ready,To clean our slates we call life anew.God will present us new wonders,To discover, learn, and understand.And to mold what our future's path shall be.Because God does