life is what we make of it. its a whole of all the pieces of how we react or respond to all the bullshit thrown at us and how well we live in ALL the moments of our lives. not just the easy and happy and joyous ones, but more-so the trying, the difficult and most definitely the completely unfair. its not chiseled in stone, but rather its' the river that carves its way through the stone. it's not fair, it's not always fun and it damn sure isn't easy. but it should be one hell of a ride and if we're lucky we leave behind our footprints in the hearts of the people we love, those we only met and we hopefully live on as magic in their souls and very fiber of their being. not everyone stays in your life and not everyone toxic leaves, sometimes people come in and force change. and sometimes your heart shatters for the ones you wish would never have thought to want to leave.
Running to Stand Still
And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was
Lying still
Said I gotta do something
About where we're going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain, maybe
Run from the darkness in the night
Singing ha, ah la la la de day
Ah da da da de day
Ah la la de day
Sweet the sin
Bitter the taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice
You know I took the poison
From the poison stream
Then I floated out of here
Singing ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day
Ha la la de day
She runs through the streets
With eyes painted red
Under a black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
And the storm blows up in her eyes
She will
Suffer the needle chill
She's running to stand
Still.
Woke up from where she was
Lying still
Said I gotta do something
About where we're going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain, maybe
Run from the darkness in the night
Singing ha, ah la la la de day
Ah da da da de day
Ah la la de day
Sweet the sin
Bitter the taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice
You know I took the poison
From the poison stream
Then I floated out of here
Singing ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day
Ha la la de day
She runs through the streets
With eyes painted red
Under a black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
And the storm blows up in her eyes
She will
Suffer the needle chill
She's running to stand
Still.
No comments:
Post a Comment