Like a heart in winter beats alone
Solitary is this place I call my own
Memories of sun
That fan
An undiminished flame
Morning song
And still you're gone
Somehow I'll find a way
To fill my glass up to the rim
Unearthing gold each day
True is my devotion
Always there beneath my skin
No forgetting what is left behind
Light and shadow from a once elusive sky
Wanting to possess me
Like an unforgiving rain
Morning Song
And still you're gone
Somehow I'll find a way
To fill my glass up to the rim
unearthing gold each day
True was our devotion
Once a bright undying dream
Memories of sun
That fan an undiminished flame
Morning Song
And still you're gone
Somehow I'll find a way
To fill my glass up to the rim
Unearthing gold each day
True is my devotion
Always there beneath my skin
❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧
I love this song.
While the song does not exactly mirror my own experience,
I think the music and the lyrics are simply beautiful;
they are raw honesty set in poignant poetry.
Each time I listen to it, I find myself longing for it to say a little more, to express a greater measure of hope. To require it of the artist for my sake, however, would be putting words into the mouth of another, feelings into a heart that does not truly hold them. Yes, selfish of me.
It's not my song. It's not my place. It's not my life.
Yet, I love this song.
But when the desire comes, it is a tree of life.
~Proverbs 13:12
While the song does not exactly mirror my own experience,
I think the music and the lyrics are simply beautiful;
they are raw honesty set in poignant poetry.
Each time I listen to it, I find myself longing for it to say a little more, to express a greater measure of hope. To require it of the artist for my sake, however, would be putting words into the mouth of another, feelings into a heart that does not truly hold them. Yes, selfish of me.
It's not my song. It's not my place. It's not my life.
Yet, I love this song.
❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧❧
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, But when the desire comes, it is a tree of life.
~Proverbs 13:12
It could be my song - so close does it come. Thanks for finding it, my friend. :-)
ReplyDeleteWow, my friend, that's a powerful song... your own words speak volumes, too. :o)
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