If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Alright, I'm the first to comment on this post. It appears that I would resemble that remark as well and I'm ok with that. I have two young men I work with at Radioshack who keep teasing me that I'm old. One of them is half my age. Anyway, keep up the good work.
ReplyDeleteOoooooooh, wait until I see Ryan!
ReplyDeleteHe's in big trouble.
Smiles from Sue B.
Ryan,
ReplyDeleteI am old enough to be your Dad's Mother, but I am still young enough to have fun at Walt Disney World.
Ryan, did you and your friends participate in the poll? Only 24 people bothered to vote so far.
Lots of Love, Aunt Linda
I prefer contemporary music. The phrase "praise choruses" sounds simple and repetitive, lacking substance.
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