The Track of the sun across the Sky leaves its shining message, Illuminating, Strengthening, Warming, us who are here, showing us we are not alone, we are yet ALIVE! And this fire... Our fire... Shall not die
I think I'm lucky to have so many people who enjoy music as much as I do. I don't think that's a song I've heard lyrics from before... Who is the artist? They are beautiful lyrics.
It is a poem, a prayer, from the Choctaw people. But I think the same message is resonated through so many, I wouldn't be surprised if you'd heard something similiar somewhere.
the dreamer and the wine poet without a rhyme a widow writer torn apart by chains of hell
one last perfect verse it's still the same old song oh christ, how i hate what i have become
take me home
get away, run away, fly away lead me astray to dreamer’s hideaway i cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more i cannot die, i, a whore for this cold world forgive me, i have but two faces one for the world, one for god, save me i cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more i cannot die, i, a whore for this cold world
my home was there and then, those meadows of heaven adventure-filled days one with every smiling face
please, no more words thoughts from a severed head no more praise, tell me once my heart goes right
Re: ScreenedladyofthereJanuary 28 2008, 11:34:23 UTC
Yeah. I've been thinking about that. I've been so stuck in my own thinking, you know, first we tried to help Sharna, now Hannah, and I didn't even stop to think that you were hurting and confused too.
I'm glad you stopped by with a reply to this post. I hate to think I wouldn't have known otherwise.
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across the Sky
leaves its shining message,
Illuminating,
Strengthening,
Warming,
us who are here,
showing us we are not alone,
we are yet ALIVE!
And this fire...
Our fire...
Shall not die
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poet without a rhyme
a widow writer torn apart by chains of hell
one last perfect verse
it's still the same old song
oh christ, how i hate what i have become
take me home
get away, run away, fly away
lead me astray to dreamer’s hideaway
i cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
i cannot die, i, a whore for this cold world
forgive me,
i have but two faces
one for the world,
one for god,
save me
i cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
i cannot die, i, a whore for this cold world
my home was there and then, those meadows of heaven
adventure-filled days
one with every smiling face
please, no more words
thoughts from a severed head
no more praise,
tell me once my heart goes right
take me home
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You shouldn't have left tonight.
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I'm glad you stopped by with a reply to this post. I hate to think I wouldn't have known otherwise.
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