Sunny September
Not a cloud in the sky
Solitude in my room
The world is asking me why
Brief escape toward freedom
Thats when you crossed my path
Golden eyes screaming caution
Now I'm dead where I stand

I try to keep my distance,
But you had other plans
Brought me into your life
With the wave of a hand
As you open your soul
And your friends disappear
I begin to see myself
And You as my mirror.

When my bright days turn to dark
 From memories of a broken heart
I lean on addictive distractions
My mind still drifts back to the start 

Hate will never tear us apart 
God's love is a work of art.
Can't let go of what we had
 if it was never lost.
Hard as I may try to move on
Every girl just seems wrong
Because no one else but you
 inspired me
 to write these psalms