From "Louder than Words"
To make up for my past two stupid entries that no one really gets, here's something that my friend Feyla quoted in her away message, then I felt prompted to look it up and share with you all. I think there is a reason so many people like quoting song lyrics, sometimes they address things that we think but never really get to say in one conversation. And this particular song relates to a lot of people that I know on many different levels. It relates to me because for some reason or another I'm trying to find my way to activate our world, starting with the hungry people of southwestern Pa. Fun right.
Here it is:
Why do we play with fire?
Why do we run our finger through the flame?
Why do we leave our hand on the stove- Although we know we're in for some pain?
Why do we refuse to hang a light when the streets are dangerous?
Why does it take an accident before the truth gets through to us?
Cages or wings? Which do you prefer? Ask the birds.
Fear or love, baby? Don't say the answer; actions speak louder than words.
Why should we try to be our best when we can just get by and still gain?
Why do we nod our heads although we know the boss is wrong as rain?
Why should we blaze a trail when the well worn path seems safe and so inviting?
How-as we travel, can we see the dismay- and keep from fighting?
Cages or wings? Which do you prefer? Ask the birds.
Fear or love, baby? Don't say the answer; actions speak louder than words.
What does it take to wake up a generation? How can you make someone take off and fly?
If we don't wake up and shake up the nation, we'll eat the dust of the world wondering why.
Why do we stay with lovers, who we know, down deep just aren't right?
Why would we rather put ourselves through hell than sleep alone at night?
Why do we follow leaders who never lead?
Why does it take catastrophe to start a revolution?
If we're so free, tell me why? Someone tell me why so many people bleed?
Cages or wings? Which do you prefer? Ask the birds.
Fear or love, baby? Don't say the answer; actions speak louder than words.
Here it is:
Why do we play with fire?
Why do we run our finger through the flame?
Why do we leave our hand on the stove- Although we know we're in for some pain?
Why do we refuse to hang a light when the streets are dangerous?
Why does it take an accident before the truth gets through to us?
Cages or wings? Which do you prefer? Ask the birds.
Fear or love, baby? Don't say the answer; actions speak louder than words.
Why should we try to be our best when we can just get by and still gain?
Why do we nod our heads although we know the boss is wrong as rain?
Why should we blaze a trail when the well worn path seems safe and so inviting?
How-as we travel, can we see the dismay- and keep from fighting?
Cages or wings? Which do you prefer? Ask the birds.
Fear or love, baby? Don't say the answer; actions speak louder than words.
What does it take to wake up a generation? How can you make someone take off and fly?
If we don't wake up and shake up the nation, we'll eat the dust of the world wondering why.
Why do we stay with lovers, who we know, down deep just aren't right?
Why would we rather put ourselves through hell than sleep alone at night?
Why do we follow leaders who never lead?
Why does it take catastrophe to start a revolution?
If we're so free, tell me why? Someone tell me why so many people bleed?
Cages or wings? Which do you prefer? Ask the birds.
Fear or love, baby? Don't say the answer; actions speak louder than words.