Cutting Rope

I said I'd never let you go, and I never did.

There were so many times

When I wanted to.

When I could have.

Maybe I should have.

So many people telling me it was okay,

It is part of life,

You have to do it to move on,

You only are hurting yourself

It hurt so bad to keep holding

On to something I couldn't see to the bottom of.

But it would have hurt worse

If I let go.

I don't regret my choice

I don't think it was wrong

In the long run of things

I'm finally content.

cutting your rope would have meant cutting mine too

Oh No. I Taste the Hate.

Music

is a universal language

Shared by you and me 

and everyone

We hear it in our minds

We feel it in our bones

We say it with our lips

We understand it with our hearts

So why is there so much hate

When it moves everyone differently?

When it brings you to tears

And I am left unimpressed

But hear: 

Do not bash the rap because they say whats on their minds

Do not diss the hip-hop soul; they feel it in their bones

Do not hate the rock and roll for playing loud and proud and unashamed

Do not shun the metal gods for being extremely brave

Do not dislike the classical for keeping with the laws

Do not scorn the electronic and the synth for doing something different

Do not despise the country for staying loyal to their roots

Do not trash the pop contemporary for singing what we all know and are

Do not mock the indie or the alternative or the punk or the gothic

Because they all give us something different.

Instead quiet those who

Will rudely and silently jeer at those who actually have talent

And ask them why they are not

on the stage performing.

It's all right not to like certain things but don't force the hate on others