Please let me imagine a way to be free
Please let me see it in my mind
Please let me imagine a happy life
Please let my heart see.
It is hard to plan for things
When you don’t believe
When you cannot even think them
What is there to do?
Like a little kid with Santa
Is sometimes how I feel
When I try to see an ending
That is more than just a crash.
I really hate when I can’t figure out formatting and layout issues. I have been trying to mess around with my side bar for a week and a half now and have been hitting a wall. I just wanted to see what my blog roll would look like divided up, but now I can’t figure out how to change the order (not that I was going to keep that anyways) and the top is on the bottom (which is kind of funny), and the bottom… whatever. Dear sidebar, fix yourself. Cheers.
When the days wear on and the heart grows tired
With all the little things we do
The spirit fails and then grows mired
Stuck with no clear way through.
We often fail just before
Help would have come
And as we fall we see the shore
That we will never touch.
But what small hope do the many find?
And how do they go on?
The world keeps spinning all the time
Even when they’re gone.
Because of that time at the coffee shop
Where you whispered in my ear
And then you ordered tea
At a coffee shop.
Because of that time you kissed me
And I thought you were an angel
And the hug was even better
And you were so pretty.
Because of that time you didn’t laugh
Even though I know you would
And you were understanding
Even when I wasn’t so good.
And though you’ve moved on and gone
And I don’t see you now
From time to time I think of you
Sometimes it’s hard simply just to be
And you can’t imagine any good end
And if you can’t even end well in your mind,
How will the real life end?
Sometimes the hardest thing
Is being where you are
And time will not support you
Not even the littlest bit.
Sometimes you get stuck in your mind
Trying to find a way for your real life
Not succeeding you become lost
And you lose touch with the real.
Sometimes it seems unbearable
It being the thing
And what are you to do?
What are you to do?
Sometimes things don’t go as planned
And the day becomes someone’s nightmare true
And what is inconvenient for us
Is for someone else a shadowed-valley not yet through.
Somewhere there must be a place
A place where gentle light is warm
A place where all your troubles died
And you have made it past the storm.
Let the elephants trumpet
I will know they’re there
Faraway in that other place
Somewhere over there.
These things fall away
And every weight descends
So is my prayer
Until the Judgement.
Sometimes it feels too hard
And nothing seems to fit
And everything disjointed screams
Way down in the pit.
Sometimes nothing works at all
And everything is wrong
And you don’t have the strength to stand
Or to carry on.
Sometimes alone is not right
And you can’t find a way
So let me take your load my friend
And carry it today.
In a dusty room at the end of the hall
Where no one hardly goes
Is a box with a secret thing
And no one hardly knows.
A long time back the room was full
With people and song and dance
But now it sits collecting dust
Just waiting for a chance.
The owner of the sprawling house
Cannot seem to find his way
He can’t remember the little box
Or the happy days.
The secret lies within his reach
But he doesn’t know it’s there
And as he sits down by the fire
His load gets hard to bear.
A little box is down the hall
And in it is the key
But his memory is clogged with pain
And he can hardly see.
To walk within someone’s heart
Is very hard to do
Even if it’s your own
You might not make it through.