I Make A Good Living Doing What

Don't Tell Me That [broken Heartstrings] Hurt Less Than A Broken Bone, That An Ingrown Life Is Something Surgeons Can Cut Away, That There's No Way For It To Metastasize - It Does.

I Sit Before Flowers Hoping They Will Train Me In The Art Of Opening Up I Stand On Mountain Tops Believing That Avalanches Will Teach Me To Let Go I Know Nothing But I Am Here To Learn.

Don't Tell Me You're Not Beautiful. You're The Kind Of Beautiful The Blind Would See If We Could Figure Out Some Way To Give Them Three Seconds Of Sight.

Look At An Avalanche, And See That We Are At Our Most Powerful When We Let Go. Look At A Flower, And See That We Are At Our Most Beautiful When We Open Up.

My Heart Is A Protest That I Let Rally Against My Ribs.