Exit: '06
Even though I know it's just another day, the imagined weight of the entire previous calendar year makes me feel as though I'm standing on some cliff,
staring into the unknown space in which I will discover the results
of what the last 12 pages worth of months
and all the actions committed within them
have prepared for us now.
"The stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see..."
"Here's my secret. It's quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes."
-The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
It's just enough to be strong
In the broken places, in the broken places
It's just enough to be strong
Should the world rely on faith tonight
- Jars of Clay, Faith Enough
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Tonight's the night the world begins again...
- The Goo Goo Dolls, Better Days
Or at least,
it's one of the many nights.
The world begins again constantly.
other songs that I was thinking of at the time, but am only posting now.
Faith Enough
Jars of Clay
The ice is thin enough for walkin'
The rope is worn enough to climb
My throat is dry enough for talkin'
The world is crumblin' but I know why
The world is crumblin' but I know why
The storm is wild enough for sailing
The bridge is weak enough to cross
This body frail enough for fighting
I'm home enough to know I'm lost
Home enough to know I'm lost
It's just enough to be strong
In the broken places, in the broken places
It's just enough to be strong
Should the world rely on faith tonight
The land unfit enough for planting
Barren enough to conceive
Poor enough to gain the treasure
Enough a cynic to believe
Enough a cynic to believe
It's just enough to be strong
In the broken places, in the broken places
It's just enough to be strong
Should the world rely on faith tonight
Confused enough to know direction
The sun eclipsed enough to shine
Be still enough to finally tremble
And see enough to know I'm blind
And see enough to know I'm blind
It's just enough to be strong
In the broken places, in the broken places
It's just enough to be strong
Should the world rely on faith tonight
Should the world rely on faith tonight
One Time
Cool Hand Luke
Let me tell you what he did for me,
with the weight of my worries tearing my sleeve.
I cried to my father the other night, the end of all hope.
"Show me the rope, which way to go"
As I fell asleep, he took away my worries.
He picked me up put me on his shoulders.
I could see for miles.
He showed me that the mountain I'm climbing,
is not a mountain at all,
but a gentel slope leading home.
There are mountains
towering ahead.
He says to me "These are mine.
Hold my hand, you'll be fine"
I could see for miles.
He showed me that the mountain I'm climbing,
is not a mountain at all,
but a gentle slope leading home.
"The mountains are mine"
This is Love
Cool Hand Luke
Is this love
or something to think of?
We fool ourselves for comfort,
we're swayed by every wind.
And if this isn't true love,
then we can just pretend.
But what is love?
This is love
that you would die for me.
Is this real,
or something to feel?
Confused by our emotions,
confused by what we see.
We trade in our patience,
for false security.
But is this love?
This is love,
that you would die for me.
When I'm falling down,
you save me.
This is how I know what love is. ...
And I'd die for this.
And I tried to believe -
The Night Abraham Called to the Stars
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