Lifehouse's Everything Skit

Find Me Here
Speak To Me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place
where I find peace, again.

You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the life, to my soul.
You are my purpose, you're everything.

And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You still my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?

And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

Cause you're all I want, you're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want, you're all I need
You're everything, everything.
You're all I want, you're all I need.
You're everything, everything
You're all I want, you're all I need.
You're everything, everything.

And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better, any better than this.

And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

EN MIRADAS LIBRES...

Quiero una mirada que despierte el letargo de la conciencia. Podré observar una mirada que caminará hasta desembocar en muchas más, una mirada en magia y verdad. Quiero ilusionarme cambiando las miradas asesinas por miradas vivificadoras. Ya no deseo las miradas que matan los puños y las letras, no deseo esas miradas que fusilan la emoción del apretón del bolígrafo o del ímpetu sobre las teclas. Quiero una mirada libre…No quiero una mirada que fustigue. Muchas miradas no llegarán, no quiero una mirada desinteresada. Podré extrañar a todas las que quiera imaginar, pero a una mirada libre no la quisiera extrañar, quiero que esté ahí siempre y me recuerde la libertad, es una mirada que AMA.

Una mirada que pueda observar otras sin importar si provienen del mismísimo infierno y tratarlas sin el incremento nefasto de culpabilidad y terrorismo religioso. Ese terror es un horror, es una indudable blasfemia. Quiero una mirada comprensiva, honesta y rigurosa, perfilada en una mirada tierna y divina. Quiero una mirada que pueda albergar la esperanza de una sonrisa en el epitafio de la muerte, sin apropiarse de las últimas palabras, las cuales sólo le corresponden a Dios.

En fin… Una mirada, dos, tres y cientos, miles, millones; desde la misericordia y el perdón, desde la posible duda expresada y a la vez contenida en sí misma: miradas humanas.