We are the ones who don't fit in
The ones who don't stick to the rules
Some of us were picked last
Some of us picked on at school
You over look us
Miss treat us
Because we're different from you
You see us as shadows
Something that's not there
Some say it's wrong and not fair
Shunned because of our different views
We came up as errors in the system
Mistakes
That you try to erase
Your always looking out
Were always looking in
Come take a look
See what I see
I see your suffering
Hate that everyone controls you
It's what happens when you try to fit
Your as common as the ocean winds
Predictable like leafs falling in fall
We outsiders don't stick to the script
So it makes us rude
It makes us hard to get along with
Well let me ask you something
If I'm so different
And looked down on
How is it this outsider is happier then you

How much would you pay
If my heart was put out for display
Ready to be sold
What would you give
How much would you bid
How high would you go
Would you give all you owned
What's my heart worth
If you got out bid
Would losing to another hurt

To My Love,

We survived.

Through the storms, through the silence, through the ache of not being understood
we are still here. Not perfect, not untouched, but held. By something greater than both of us.

We searched for freedom, both in our own ways, and we didn’t know it then, but the search was the meaning. In that longing, we found God. And in God, we found that we were already whole.

The devil tried to break me. Tried to convince me that pain was my portion. But he didn’t see the strength of the Spirit living in me. Or the quiet, stubborn hope that still lives in you.

We pour into each other, even when we feel empty. And somehow God fills us back up.

We still hope for one another. And that hope? That’s love. That’s grace. That’s us.

I believe in who we’re becoming, not by force, not by fixing but by remembering who we already are in Him.