I was holding on, now I'm letting go
This is nothing more than a picture show
Everything I knew, now I hardly know
Busy keeping less, never getting more
One more nickel dime I'm out the door
This kind of life I can't afford
I want to believe
There's something to believe
I would live only
Just to believe
Oh, I'd love to believe
It's not only me, that's longing
Only just to believe
'Cause I want to believe
I want to believe
Can't put my mind at ease with the words I say
Trying to get myself to get out of my way
Birds in the trees, just make me depressed
Seeing sunny skies, feeling emptiness
Layers of lies just seem to fold
This kind of life is all I know
I want to believe
There's something to believe
I would live only
Just to believe
Oh, I'd love to believe
It's not only me that's longing
Only just to believe
'Cause I want to believe
I want to believe
Murder wears a friendly smile
Like the perfect end in a plastic vial
No pain
Sorry I can't seem to stay
But this bird was meant to fly away
Fly away, fly away
Layers of lies just seem to fold
This kind of life is all I know
I want to believe
There's something to believe
I would live only
Just to believe
Oh, I'd love to believe
It's not only me that's longing
Only just to believe
'Cause I want to believe
I want to believe
I will believe
I'd love to believe
I can believe in something
I will believe
I'd love to believe
I can't believe in nothing
Hanson's "Believe"
Sums up how I felt today much more poetically than I could have said it at any point in the last 24 hours--unfortunately, my self expression probably would have came in the form of screaming into a pillow for untold hours or crying pathetically for apparently no reason. All out of complete and utter frustration/helplessness...
A song is much less violent and doesn't leave one with a stuffy nose, red eyes, and a sore throat.
Such is life...
Thanks guys!
1 comment:
Meredith - first time I've taken the time to read this. What an enlightening experience. Just remember - home is where the people you love are. Even if it's in a tent. Comfort places are important, but it's the comfort in your heart that counts. I hope that you can soon be comfortable with the path your life is taking. Not only will Marshall meet people now that will shape the rest of his life. So will you - when you get there. This is a resting-of-heart-and-mind time in your life. Use it to renew yourself - the farm always brought me comfort like that for me and still does. I love you.
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