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
Mark,
ReplyDeletePam, Dad, and I will be in Hayward on Tuesday. We'd like to meet for lunch with those folk who'd like to see us at the sidewalk cafe at Angler Inn at 1:00. If it is raining, we'll move that meeting place to Karibalis since they have a larger, nicer indoor dining area.
This is your personal invitation to join us. Please come if you can. Bring anyone else who wants to come too!!