If you really break it down
We're not what we think we are
You're not that girl with dreams of being a doctor
You're not that guy sitting at the bar.
We started from the very bottom
We worked our way to the top
But, seriously, is this what we've wanted?
Is this all we really got?
We're silenced, hushed,
We're told we shouldn't talk
Why question the system?
I'm telling you this needs to stop.
We're told about our rights
We're bonded but liberated
It's time to think outside the box
Inside seems overrated.
Everything is not 'okay'
Tell me, what does okay mean?
The definition isn't this
Life isn't what it seems.
You live behind a sheet of glass
Your eyes are closed and covered with wax
They stuff your ears with cotton *****
In hopes that somehow
That'll cover it all.
But don't lose hope, darling,
I know what okay means
Scrape off the wax and open your eyes
Let's see what it's like to get out of routine.
It's time to think outside the box
To question everything they've got
We can make a change
Because we are what they are not.
Stand up, speak out,
Stop living behind the walls
They can't shield you anymore
And right now they're about to fall.
Let's send them crashing
Let's make it okay
Let's gear up, get ready,
I'm ready to play.

You're 'heroes' aren't real people
They're drawings and hopes and tales
Real heroes are the ones that help
They're the ones that really care.
Now, don't get me wrong,
Superman is great and all
But he's really just a figure
Just strong and buff and tall.
Batman, Spiderman, they're figures too,
Their stories tell ones of crime
But I know some even better ones
Some stories really worth the time.
It's the kids that don't get noticed
The ones that are left behind
You can't put the name to face,
But they've been there this whole time.
Everyone comes before they do,
They're ready to make a change
They help, sacrifice, volunteer
And you always found it strange.
Does it seem so weird, now?
Have you grown up and seen it for real?
They're the Superman, Batman, Spiderman too
They're the ones that helped people heal.
Remember that day you dropped your books?
Remember when you felt so alone?
It's those kids that helped and lent a hand
They're the ones that should be known.
So next time you pick up a comic
Even you, in your growing age,
Superheroes are the ones in real life
Not the fighters on a page.

I see you in the halls sometimes
And thoughts go through my head
Memories flash, I'm taken back
Suddenly I'm filled with dread.
It's not some bad memories, no,
It's really only you
I wonder if you remember
Do you remember like I do?
Those talks we had, times we shared
Was it really just a show?
You were my friend, keyword were,
Tell me, why'd you have to go?
I miss you, dear
You're all I got
I know you're gone, and maybe you're glad
Listen dear, just know I'm not.
I lost a friend, a confidant
My very best and all
Just know I still remember
When I see you in the halls.

I was waiting to write a letter soon
The letter you'll never see
I've got it written and ready now
A letter from the heart of me.

I guess it's pretty simple
But I've never been one to share
All it has is feelings
Like how I've always cared.

I really wanted to tell you
Why'd you leave so soon?
You know, we had a coffee date
I remember it set for noon.

I never got to meet you for it
You left me on the way
In reality it's all my fault
I'm the reason you're not here today.

If only I hadn't made it that time
Maybe you'd still be here
I wonder what you'd be doing now
We'd still be together, we'd meet there.

But this letter had my feelings
The ones I know I should have shared
And now you've moved up higher
You should know that I still care.

I would've sent this letter
Darling, my cheeks are getting damp
I wish you'd know my feelings
But Jesus doesn't pay for stamps.

Your head is small, you know that?
Just smaller than a pin
And no matter just how much you try
You'll ever fit it in.
Not smarts and brains,
You've got that all
It's really something else
Imagination- just too big
You and everybody else.
Your thoughts and wants
Your hopes and dreams
They're dying to get out
They kick and punch and hit you
They yell and scream and shout.
There's times when you might let them slip
They giggle and they tease
They tickle at your insides
As you try to get them at ease.
But thoughts and dreams don't do that
See, they never quiet down
They want to show you colors and shapes
They strive to show you sounds.
The more you shove and push them
The more you fight and pout
The more they tickle, laugh, and tease
Come on, just let them out!
Imagine what those thoughts could do
Imagine the world here
So dark and dreary, cold and damp,
It's much worse than you fear.
But your dreams, you know,
The colorful ones
Don't color inside the lines
They're creative, different,
Amazing and new,
They'll make the whole world shine.
Darling, first please realize
Your head is just too small
Your thoughts and dreams
They want to get out
They want to color it all.

It's hard to talk to artists, see,
They've never made much sense
Their memories seem clouded
But yet I found one on a bench.
I didn't find the artist, no,
I only found his work
A broken, torn apart journal
A tattered, beat up book.
I opened to the first page
And saw a true sight to behold
Colors flew across the paper
In reds and blues and golds.  
The pencils must have danced
And the thoughts should have exploded
But what I had there in my hands
Was worth much more than noted.
I held his imagination
Every fiber of his thoughts
Every piece of information
That he ever had been taught.
The lines and circles spoke
Every word that he could not
They all told him not too
So he kept it under lock.
But there those drawings held the key
The secrets to his past
His present, future, all his hopes
'I wonder if they'd ask.'
He kept his secrets quiet
All his goals and all his dreams
I found his only outlet
His saving grace, it seems.
I looked through all the drawings
Some teasing, jokes, and grades
All expressed in colors
His feelings to create.
I never met this man that day
I still don't know him now
I wonder if he's happy
Or does he revel in the clouds?
See, artists are a piece of work
They're masters of the trade
Their specialty is feelings
Like the ones put on a page.

I decided to play cards sometime
And my partner wasn't right
His smile seemed so greedy
Something's off about this night.
'Go ahead,' he grinned
'I'm ready to play
Let's start a war with 52.
Make it equal (26!)
Let's fight- just me and you.'
I dealt the deck
As he rang the bell
'Ready.' I said
'Let's fly on to hell.'
His horns- they grew,
His teeth turned to spikes
He smirked and gave me the first one
Told me 'Hey, just out of spite.'
We continued to dance
And the swords, how they flew,
The spears they shone,
Lost to a Queen- just a two.
My partner snuck peeks
At my face- now he knew
I'd been dancing with the devil
Winning a war of just us two.
He whittled his cards
It became quite a joke
I was outfoxing the fox
Sore loser- that old bloke.
'Not possible!' He cried
'I'm the devil, you're in hell!
You just fought a war with me
See, you won, please do tell.'
I chuckled to myself
'Oh, I see quite alright
Thank you, kind devil,
but I must bid you goodnight.
Sweet dreams, old fellow,
Or maybe you won't.
Please, cheer up, good man,
You went from red to new yellow.'
He turned and then huffed,
'Oh shut up, you fool!
I've been fixing up my game
And you're just a tool.'
He left, and I smiled,
Just grinning to myself
I'd just danced with the devil
He never asked, that old elf.
You see, I've had training
I'm fairly good at it now
My sword throwing's improving,
and with that,
I take a bow.