Sometimes I write out musical snippets. Bits and pieces of songs that speak to me or of me. I started the practice years ago, and it's always bee very healing. I don't care if no one else "gets it". This blog is a place for me to pour out my junk. So here goes todays stream...
If it weren't for your maturity, none of this would have happened/Wild flowers don't care where they grow/Your standard of living somehow got stuck on survive/pulls her hair back as she screams "I don't really wanna be the queen"/It's like whispering a prayer in the furry of a storm/ I want to live bravely, and love without fear/And her heart it is in Ireland, deep within the Emerald Isle/ Somehow my heart never grew up. No one ever burst my balloon. So here I ams swirling in stardust, slow dancing with the moon/ Til He appeared, and the soul felt it's worth/I'm not running. I'm not hiding. I'm not reaching. I'm just resting in the arms of the great wide open. Going to pour my soul in, and I'm almost home/Like anyone would be, I am flattered by your facination with me.You speak of my love like you have experienced love like mine before/Though I am marching through the valley filled with fear my steps are sure and sturdy and my aim is straight and clear/Lovers quarrel, but sweethearts dance/There's times I'd rather kill you than listen to your honesty, but you've always been a friend to me/You've seen all my light, and you love my dark, and you're still here/I've crossed lines of words, and wire. Both have cut me deep/Freedom is calling me, and my heart races. I feel in the broken places/Pretty is as pretty does,and you're beautiful to me/This is my private war. They keep on dropping bombs, and I keep score/I've never lasted very long with someone like you. I never did although I have to admit I wanted to/You say it best when you say nothing at all/Where are all my angels? Where's my golden one? Where is my hope now that my heros have gone?/What part of our history is neglected and under rug swept?/Oh stop the world and let me off/Am I not pretty enough? Is my heart too broken? Do I cry too much? Am I too outspoken? Don't I make you laugh? Should I try it harder? Why do you see right through me?/
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