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
I thought Sundays were the only days you did anything!!!HEE HEE
ReplyDeleteYou only "think" you have Sundays off! HAHA!
ReplyDeleteDoes posting "I'm planning to take Sundays off from blogging from now on." count? ;-)
ReplyDeleteHa! I wrote and posted it on Saturday to publish on Sunday :)
ReplyDeleteGood for you! You deserve down time too!!!
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