Krista+M

Krista M

Today is a winding road Thats taking me to places that I didn't want to go, whoa Today in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know why I tried
 * [|Thunder]**
 * [|Boys Like Girls]**

I tried to read between the lines I tried to look in your eyes I want a simple explanation; what I'm feeling inside I gotta find a way out Maybe there's a way out

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer Do you know you're unlike any other? You'll always be my thunder, and I said Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors I don't wanna ever love another You'll always be my thunder So bring on the rain And bring on the thunder

Today is a winding road Tell me where to start and tell me something I don't know, whoa Today I'm on my own I cant move a muscle and I cant pick up the phone, I don't know

And now I'm itching for the tall grass And longing for the breeze I need to step outside, just to see if I can breathe I gotta find a way out Maybe there's a way out

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer Do you know you're unlike any other? You'll always be my thunder, and I said Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors I don't wanna ever [|love] another You'll always be my thunder So bring on the rain, And bring on the thunder.

Yeah I'm walking on a tightrope I'm wrapped up in vines I think Ill make it out but you just gotta give me time Strike me down with lightning Let me feel you in my veins I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain

Today is a winding road That's taking me to places that I didn't want to go, whoa

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer Do you know you're unlike any other? You'll always be my thunder, and I said Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors I don't wanna ever love another You'll always be my thunder, and I said

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer Do you know you're unlike any other? You'll always be my thunder So bring on the rain Oh baby bring on the pain

And listen to the thunder

Maybe I wear baggies and white socks with flip-flops, maybe I don't like listening to [|rave] and I'm not on the social mountaintops, maybe I don't care about the things that make your worlds twirl, maybe you look at me and think: Gee, what a nothing girl.
 * "[|Nothing Girl]"**
 * by Christelle Duvenage**

Maybe I like giving smiles which seems to be a sin today, and maybe I allow my [|imagination] to sometimes run away, maybe you don't understand this and that's why you cannot see, if this make me a nothing girl, hey, that's ok with me!

The world makes you believe your personality mustn't be detected, your face must be picture perfect and wear clothes just the best, to be accepted. Maybe I look at you and feel sorry that you're blind, robots you have became, yourself you'll never find.

God made you, as well as me, this means I am something, the world is a liar and if I must be a nothing for you to see it, then so be it!

**[|Stand]** You feel like a candle in a hurricane Just like a picture with a broken frame Alone and helpless Like you've lost your fight But you'll be alright, you'll be alright
 * [|Rascal Flatts]**

Cause when push comes to shove You taste what you're made of You might bend, till you break Cause its all you can take On your knees you look up Decide you've had enough You get mad you get strong Wipe your hands shake it off Then you Stand, Then you stand

Life's like a novel With the end ripped out The edge of a canyon With only one way down Take what you're given before its gone Start holding on, [|keep holding on]

Cause when push comes to shove You taste what you're made of You might bend, till you break Cause its all you can take On your knees you look up Decide you've had enough You get mad you get strong Wipe your hands shake it off Then you Stand, Then you stand

Everytime you get up And get back in the race One more small piece of you Starts to fall into place Oh

Cause when push comes to shove You taste what you're made of You might bend, till you break Cause its all you can take On your knees you look up Decide you've had enough You get mad you get strong Wipe your hands shake it off Then you Stand, Then you stand

“[|Silent Cries]” By: Krista Maue Her tears are all she shows. Her silence and shyness hides her Feelings and fears from the world. Her heart is kind but filled with The bruises she holds inside. At night she dreams of what Heaven is like. During the day she wonders of what life would be like if she was somewhere else. Her heart isn't home. [|Home] is Heaven. Where no one suffers from The bruises that can never heal. Later that night she unwillingly Follows her heart and goes home. Her bruises are no longer there, And everything is of how she [|dreamt]. She can no longer be hurt On the inside and out.