Saturday, January 12, 2013

Life's a Song

So, so many sad things are happening around me to people that I love. This morning I sat on my couch and finally cried about it all and guess what- it didn't make me feel any better.

I wish that life wasn't so difficult for everyone so much of the time. Where's the joy in that kind of life? From family to co-workers to friends to people that I barely know- I see so much pain already during this new year.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this post, other than to say that I suppose I'll just keep trudging along, trying to live a life that makes me happy and trying to share happiness with others whenever possible. How do you get through 'dark and storming' days?

LIFE'S A SONG | PATRICK PARK

You say life is a dream where we can't say what we mean
Maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past
There's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week
And there's no promises of peace or of happiness

Well is this why you cling to every little thing
And polverize and derrange all your senses
Maybe life is a song but you're scared to song along
Until the very ending

Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we've been
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
From the chains and shackles that they're in

Oh, tell me what good is saying that you're free
In a dark and storming sea
You're chained to your history, you're surely sinking fast
You say that you know that the good Lord's in control
He's gonna bless and keep your tired and oh so restless soul
But at the end of the day when every price has been paid
You're gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold
And won't you tell me why you live like you're afraid to die
You'll die like you're afraid to go

Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we've been
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
From chains and shackles that they're in
From the chains and shackles that they're in

Well life is a dream 'cause we're all walking in our sleep
You could see us stand in lines like we're dead upon our feet
And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall
Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all

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