I thank my Father God for everything He has blessed me with! Because of Him I am able to do stuff like this, without Him I am nothing. Thank You Lord for being my light and my guide, and for allowing me to use my talents for Your glory! I give all honor and glory to You God, for I have nothing if I don't have You!

Hallelujah [Acoustic Cover]

First of all, I must thank my Father God. He has given me so much, and I am so blessed to be able to share what He has given me. I am not the best singer, but without God I would not be able to do anything at all, and so I am grateful that He has allowed me to do something I enjoy.

Second, she does not know it yet, but this song is dedicated to my mother. She has always been there for me, and I don't have to worry because I know she will be here in the morning. She is one of the countless blessings in my life. I don't say it enough, but I love my mom, and I am so thankful to have her in my life.

I'll Be Here in the Morning Cover

This is a song that I have grown to love, and thought I would attempt to cover. I think it turned out alright, although I wasn't able to do the harmony like I wanted (I don't have the means). I hope you enjoy this cover originally done by Alex and Sierra.

Little Do You Know |Alex and Sierra| Cover

Just learned this song tonight, it's pretty rough, I definitely said the wrong word in the first verse and killed the note at the beginning of the first chorus, but I guess that's fine... Anyway, I absolutely love this song, and I am so thankful that I was able to find the chords. Thanks to my Father who gives me means to sing and play. I know this is for His glory and not my own.

If I go I'm Goin' {Cover}

Just something I wrote based on some conversations I've been having. The way society, and certain people make us feel. The words are below:


How can I be myself?
When who I am is not acceptable
That’s what I’ve always been told.
“Don’t wear that.”
“Don’t talk about this”
“That is so uncool”
Acceptance isn’t about you and me when we are with people
It is about who we really are
The “us” that gets lost
I get lost in playing the game.
To win I have to keep up appearances.
Hold my head up,
Smile,
“I’m good, how are you?”
Leave out the nerdy talk,
Forget about the puns.
Remember to wear that cute tank,
The skinny jeans with the tears.
What about the Star Wars tee,
And the sweat pants?
What about the Doctor Who necklace?
I leave them at home,
Along with myself.
I go out,
And I spend time with you,
But you’re not getting to know me.
You are seeing a washed-out,
Ghostly,
Transparent,
“Normal” version of who I am.
If you saw me in my room with my music turned up to ten,
And my Tumblr feed filled with theories,
And the posters on my wall,
If you truly saw me,
I would be just as bad as him,
The one who doesn’t read society.
The one who only knows how to be himself.
Not because he doesn’t care what society thinks,
But because he’s never had anyone give him five seconds,
Because he wears that Harry Potter shirt with pride,
And he spouts his Batman theories,
He has never been given a chance,
Because he’s “awkward”,
Or “weird”
And I almost envy him,
Because he will never be expected to change.
He will never be forced into this ideology,
That to fit in,
To be liked,
You must fit the mold.
And here I am,
Trying desperately to be liked,
Because I want things in life,
And unlike him,
I can’t ignore what I’ve been told my entire life,
What I thought I had escaped.
I can’t escape the fact that I always have to be fake,
That I can count on one hand the number of people who have ever seen the real me,
That those are the only people who actually like me for me.
And that the other people who like me,
Actually like some carbon-copy of me.
It retains my image,
Just enough to make out,
But the lines are a bit blurry,
So the rest gets filled in the way it’s “supposed” to look.
Why do we try so hard?
Why do we let the carbon copy become us?
Or why do we let ourselves become the copy?
We leave us in the closet with the converse and tees that we haven’t worn in ten years,
Because that’s where we belong.
In the heap of garbage that no one needs to suffer through.
We are not worth other people’s time and attention.
Only the vague shadow of who we used to be.
Because we are letting ourselves change.
Well I won’t. 
Not anymore.
I’m pulling myself from amongst the teenage angst,
The Vans,
The Metallica,
The Star Wars and Doctor Who.
I’m dusting off the real me.
And I’m going to show me off.
Anyone who doesn’t like it,
Well I know of a place inhabited by Reavers,
They can go visit there. 
I won’t stand by and watch myself disappear like a fading photograph,
I will stand up.
I will make myself known.
And anyone who cares enough to stick with me,
I also know a place where family don’t end in blood.
I will have new friends,
People who don’t care what society says,
People who don’t care who I’m “supposed” to be.
I will be with people who love me,
Not for some residual image of me,
But for the me I am meant to be.

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