Sunday, October 16, 2011

Sunday Poetry Post

Life 15 Miles from a Bombing Range

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"World On Fire" (video)
by Sarah McLachlan

Hearts are worn in these dark ages
You're not alone in this story's pages
The light has fallen amongst the living and the dying
And I'll try to hold it in, yeah I'll try to hold it in

The world's on fire and
It's more than I can handle
I'll tap into the water
(Try and bring my share)
I try to bring more
More than I can handle
(Bring it to the table)
Bring what I am able

I watch the heavens but I find no calling
Something I can do to change what's coming
Stay close to me while the sky is falling
Don't wanna be left alone, don't wanna be alone


Hearts break, hearts mend
Love still hurts
Visions clash, planes crash
Still there's talk of
Saving souls, still the cold
Is closing in on us

We part the veil on our killer sun
Stray from the straight line on this short run
The more we take, the less we become
The fortune of one that means less for some

[Chorus X2]


  1. Now if only the bombers would go about 700 miles off course and level four certain chicken houses…

    Enjoying a few minutes of peace & quiet before Mason wakes up.

    Waving as I sip my coffee…

  2. Busy day today going to NYC Comicon with Maria.

    She is in the city now, I am home and very tired.

  3. LOVE Sarah McLachlan! And appropriate lyrics, JimF, from a worn heart.

    Better day - talked to the Guy, and there was a whole lot of miscommunication going on Friday. We'll start again on a different path than the one we were on, hopefully wiser.

    But I need to dash to NC in the morning, where my 82 year old aunt needs me. I'm tired and don't want to make the drive, but family has to take precedence. I'll check in when I can.

    I'd better go pack...