Brave Saint Saturn is a tool (to be used to edify)
(This is also on my amoebathinks blog)....
Sometimes my heart hurts too much for my own words, and all I have strength for is picking pieces from who I am turning into.
these words are not my own, but they have become a part of me. I have rearranged them to fit that which I cannot express in my own words. If you want to know where they came from, they are written by one of my heroes, Reese Roper. Hopefully he won't shank me for using and rearranging them...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They said I'm foolish Fleeting hopes in borrowed dreams, They said forget her, The moon is far beyond your reach I would run out of fuel long before I'd ever land But none of them can see this world From the place where I stand.
Today on fragile wings I tried to touch the sun, as wax and feathers melted, all my dreams have come undone, today
he made my faith seem worthless
the things i hold were pointless and he fought to stay but always dreamed that he could leave this place
In between the molecules is cold, no light for shaking fingers to ever have their hold, And I'm afraid I'll never soo the light, the blind are following in sightless plight
Two years pass, I pump the chamber, full of air to shoot the birds. Harmless game to hit them slightly, Scare them off, in other words. Starling falling to her death, piercing copper steals her breath. See the flutter in her breast, starving babies in her nest. Raise their souls up to the sky, why must helpless creatures die? The thought it comes to my mind, to somehow intervene, but it could bring me trouble, and what could I do anyway? It's hard to be effective, when it happens so often, too see a life unraveling, through drawn venetian blinds. I'm sickened by compassion, I'm stifled by my limitations Anesthetic apathy, take the pain away.
I could have made it better But the feelings just aren't there My heart is cold and black But I just don't think I care So here's to me saying "fare-thee-well" And when you hear this song I hope it hurts...
Three strands of wire, Threefold the tie that binds. She is the one thing on the earth for which he still pines. To his heart she was life, So he prays to his Maker with a sigh, As his fire sputters out, Because robots never cry.
I know you You haven't given up yet You are brave in this darkness, Saint Saturn Sometimes the bravest thing of all is to hope And my [his, her] heart still beats inside, and the blood runs in my [his, her] veins. A remnant of life remains, and my [his, her] heart still beats inside
I need you now, Not words or a feeling. But Jesus Christ, I've hit the ceiling.
Oh God, we need you here,
We're sinking fast and we don't care. The evidence is all around me, on both sides of my door, Our hearts beat. Every breath has sacred weight, every life has some design. Can we kill and also save, speak life, while digging graves?
Your love, Your mercy, Your light unending. Your hope, Your peace, Your strength my heart is mending.
You lift my battered soul, You mend my broken wings together
Hopelessly, hopeless and She is swimming further into the sea Thinking she's substandard While all the while, she is beautiful to me
like the pause before waking sleep is replaced by light, and life and hope it is the light of one far away sun that has beckoned them to leave and the hope of home that has lifted them from slumber the hope that; though the dark may come the sun also rises
i believe the sun also rises dries our tears bringing the blue skies of day i believe the sun also rises lighting our past, driving the darkness away so far away Darkness can’t perceive the light, though lightlessness has chilled us numb, And though its wings may cloud the skies, The dark shall never overcome
Light of the world, Your love, has never failed I need your love, And most of all I want to feel your peace, I need your love, Let everything that you are not decrease,
(Your love, Your mercy, Your light unending. Your hope, Your peace, Your strength my heart is mending.)