Facing the Giants
Behold, how the mighty are fallen. . .
If This Is Not A Place. . .
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
Oh how happy this makes me!!!!
ReplyDeleteDavid (this time under the guise of Eli) has done it again!!!
I'm home from school sick with a nasty February Cold and am sooooo glad to find that you have opened this topic on your blog!!!!
I hope all the pundits who worked over Plaxico ll week will step up, be a man, an APOLOGIZE just as publicly ad they CRITICIZED his predicted score. Seems even HE was a bit on the HIGH side in his prediction.