I just blogged...which I have not done in quite a while. Been in the midst of life's ups & downs, highs & lows. I just realized how good it feels to write. How I feel the heaviness lifted, like when I am at church on Sundays, when I pray to God day in & day out. I do not get to write any longer, as I do not have internet any longer.
A song came to mind & speaks of many things in my life, as songs often do. We all have a soundtrack to our lives & this is one song, in the playlist of my life. The lyrics truly speak to me...in many ways, maybe not all ways...but most.
Enjoy...
Sting
"The Book Of My Life"
Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
About Me
- Jeanne
- I'm a grown-up that refuses to grow-up! In my mind everything is poppies, posies, ponies & butterflies, and I am an 8 year old little girl.
In other words, I live in a Fairytale land inside my head.
I draw randomly, create whole heartedly & always pray for more creative inspiration.
I am a Visual Merchandiser/Stylist by profession, an Illustrator by hobby only & dream of someday being able to create for the pages of a lovely children's story book.
But for now, I create solely for hobby, gifting & sharing with loved ones.
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Beside "Fragile", the two other songs that seemed to stuck in my mind were the one about Sting's father, it had something to do with sailing, I cant quite remember it.
And the other was a guitar instrumental...
I wish I knew the names of those.
The bring back certain specific memories....
Remember this?
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x697ib_cocteau-twins-cherrycoloured-funk_music
Hi... thanks a lot for the complements you left in my blog! borrowedsoul@weebly.com
I wish I could say yes I need an illustrator but the fact is I am still too far from my own compilations to know any facts about what I need! Just seeing you put up this Sting video makes me want to know how to do such things! Creative, yes, technological... not so much! George says I need to go on Facebook next... seems like a lot to master what with all the fairytales in my head, like you!
Thanks for the positive comments... I need them! Keep reading!
Myla
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