Walking Wounded

Saturday, November 28, 2009

These are the lyrics that took a nation to their feet
Affiliation with a woman of common features in an instant.
Many nations then came to comradery with the common loss of dreams killed.
Many who have believed in a dream of gentle love
some kind words lost that childhood to the cruelty of monsters impostors to the dream

Dreams are those expectations based in those desires for the wonder and beauty that might elevate the pains of realities. 

I think this is why the wonderful lady who sang a many nation into a common bond found unity of minds.

Realities are much harsher
hopes are more level less climatic
Even for the most well exercised optimist.
Things are never really what they seam.

Those tigers that thunder in our minds have struck our spirits with the lightening that sears into us the pains. Pangs that change us from whom we might of become.
Create a vibrato of thunder that we allow to reverberate all of our days.
Even if it were our fantasy to stop such a thunder...Even if we actually succeed still the walls rattle.

Listen here to those truths that touched hearts in the inner most parts.

There was a time when men were kind,
And their voices were soft,
And their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind,
And the world was a song,
And the song was exciting.
There was a time when it all went wrong...

I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hope was high and life, worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine, untasted.

But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hope apart,
And they turn your dream to shame.

He slept a summer by my side,
He filled my days with endless wonder...
He took my childhood in his stride,
But he was gone when autumn came!

And still I dream he'll come to me,
That we will live the years together,
But there are dreams that cannot be,
And there are storms we cannot weather!

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed...


Elizabeth Mahlou said...

What a lovely song, but sad. I would hope that all these beautiful times are not only in the past but also will be in the future.

David said...

hello. I am so glad to be able to visit here, to know you are: better, being healed, strong, and leading others by your example

Being Me said...

Beautiful , touching song..lovely post Donneta. The episode with Susan Boyle really hit home a hard truth that people will always have preconceived notions of others based on sight alone. Thank you.

Denise said...

Very lovely.

Songs of my heart