FOR MY FRIENDS
This is for my friends who are having a hard time for one reason or another(you guys know who you are)...it's a song by a band that I love.
I hope it does something to cheer you up a bit...it's kind of bitter sweet though, cheery with a bit of gloom mixed in.
But if you just read it through, I think you might feel better. I know I do when I hear it.
It's a bit long, but I hope you take the time to read it.
I took the time to type it.
And do me a favor...if you're not going to read it cause you looked it over and it looks too long, just at least read the last 3 sections.
The rain it started tapping
on the window near my bed.
There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it.
And to my surprise, my eyes were wide
and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser
where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then,
out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different
and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings,
even my own body.
And each person I encountered
I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor
who appeared in quite poor health.
I said, "There is noting I can do for you
that you can't do for yourself."
He said, "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand.
I think that that would help."
So I sat with him a while
and asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured.
No, in fact, I'm sure of it.
Thank you, Stranger,
for your theraputic smile."
So that's how I learned the lesson
that everyone's alone.
And your eyes must do some raining
if you're ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself,
it's best to compose a poem.
An honest verse of longing,
or a simple song of hope.
That's why I'm singing...Baby don't worry,
cause now I got your back.
And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh.
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we'll wait for it to pass
and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll just keep working on the problem
we know we'll never solve
of Love's uneven remainders.
Our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame
like a painting on a wall,
then I think we'd see the beauty.
We'd stand staring in awe
at our still lives posed
like a bowl of oranges.
Like a story told
by the fault lines and the soil.
Well, that's the song. If it cheered you up, good. If it didn't, I'm sorry. If you thought it was a stupid song and stupid for me to post it for you guys...then, oh well, I'm just trying to help.
-Stay Tuned-
I hope it does something to cheer you up a bit...it's kind of bitter sweet though, cheery with a bit of gloom mixed in.
But if you just read it through, I think you might feel better. I know I do when I hear it.
It's a bit long, but I hope you take the time to read it.
I took the time to type it.
And do me a favor...if you're not going to read it cause you looked it over and it looks too long, just at least read the last 3 sections.
The rain it started tapping
on the window near my bed.
There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it.
And to my surprise, my eyes were wide
and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser
where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then,
out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different
and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings,
even my own body.
And each person I encountered
I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor
who appeared in quite poor health.
I said, "There is noting I can do for you
that you can't do for yourself."
He said, "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand.
I think that that would help."
So I sat with him a while
and asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured.
No, in fact, I'm sure of it.
Thank you, Stranger,
for your theraputic smile."
So that's how I learned the lesson
that everyone's alone.
And your eyes must do some raining
if you're ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself,
it's best to compose a poem.
An honest verse of longing,
or a simple song of hope.
That's why I'm singing...Baby don't worry,
cause now I got your back.
And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh.
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we'll wait for it to pass
and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll just keep working on the problem
we know we'll never solve
of Love's uneven remainders.
Our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame
like a painting on a wall,
then I think we'd see the beauty.
We'd stand staring in awe
at our still lives posed
like a bowl of oranges.
Like a story told
by the fault lines and the soil.
Well, that's the song. If it cheered you up, good. If it didn't, I'm sorry. If you thought it was a stupid song and stupid for me to post it for you guys...then, oh well, I'm just trying to help.
-Stay Tuned-