she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing

she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing

You can stand on the cliff of my heart and shout nothing but ‘ugly’ through me. I promise all I will echo back is ‘Beauty, beauty, you have always been beauty

Hey, are you a boy or a — never mind, can I have a push on the swing?” And some day, y’all, when we grow up, it’s all gonna be that simple.

Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.

What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them.

Someday we will dare to trade good for true