Scrape The Grey Sky Clean,

What I Said Was I’ll Miss You What I Meant To Say Was I Love You What I Wanted To Say Was That I Meant What I Said And It’s Funny How All Those Things I Could Have Said Flooded My Head After We Said Goodbye And I Should Have Told You I’d Be Willing To Hold You Until My Flesh Crumbles Into Bone Because I’m Willing To Die Alone But God Knows I Don’t Want To Live That Way.

We So Seldom Understand Each Other. But If Understanding Is Neither Here Nor There, And The Universe Is Infinite, Then Understand That No Matter Where We Go We Will Always Be Smack Dab In The Middle Of Nowhere. All We Can Do Is Share Some Piece Of Ourselves, And Hope That It’s Remembered. Hope That We Meant Something To Someone

Someone Once Told Me That The Finer Points Of Devotion Are About The Size Of A Pinhole, And There Are Millions Of Them. And If You Could Connect Each Dot, Then You’ve Got A Diagram Of What You Think You Thought You Knew, And If You’re Willing To Admit That You Know Nothing…you Have The Blueprint For A Breakthrough.

But We Are More Than Genteel Or Civilized/ We Are An Idea In The Process Of Being Realized.

You, Me, This City, This Country, We Will Always Have A Choice.when You Stand Up To Be Counted, Tell The World, This Is My Voice. There Are Many Like It, But This One Is Mine.