This is so hard for me. To find the words to say. My thoughts are standing still. . Captive inside of me. All emotions starts to hide. And nothing is getting through.
IV. REFLECTIONS OF REALITY - REVISITED. Hello, Mirror. so glad to see you my friend, it's been a while.. Searching, Fearless. where do I begin to heal this wound of self-denial?.
X. Restraint. . Freedom calls my name. Serenity keeps me sane. Happiness it dulls the pain. . Honest to see my place. Open to other ways. Willingness to understand.
The water's edge is where she waits. Lost soul still wandering. Meant to die. But she's stuck not crossing over. . The other side is where he waits. His spirit reaching out.
Remember days of yesterday (and). How it flew so fast. The two score and a year we had. I thought would always last. . The summer days and west coast dreams.
X. Restraint. . Freedom calls my name. Serenity keeps me sane. Happiness it dulls the pain. . Honest to see my place. Open to other ways. Willingness to understand.
[Audio samples from 9/11]. This has all the appearances of an extraordinarily well-coordinated and devastating terrorist attack.. Terrorism against our nation will not stand. The government will hunt down those responsible..
Since the new world order. Played upon our fears. Spreading accusations. Of radical ideas. . The brotherhood of wisdom. Strength and dignity. Its rituals and secrets.
Hello, mirror. So glad to see you my friend, it's been a while. . Staring at the empty page before me. All the years of wreckage running through my head.
It burns deep down inside of me. We have ourselves to blame. Not questioning, accepted as the truth. . Debate this fight it's just cause. The facts do not support theirs.
All wound up. On the edge. Terrified. . Sleep disturbed. Restless mind. Petrified. . Bouts of fear. Permeate. All I see. . Heightening. Nervousness. Threatens me.
I never wanted to become. . Someone like him. So secure. Content to live each day. Just like the last. I was sure I knew that. This was not for me. And I wanted so much more.
A Nightmare To Remember. . A nightmare to remember. I'd never be the same.. What began as laughter. So soon would turn to pain.. The sky was clear and frigid.
Cut myself open wide. Reach inside. Help yourself. To all I have to give. And then you help yourself again. And then complain that. You didn't like the way.
The water's edge is where she waits. Lost soul still wandering. Meant to die. But she's stuck not crossing over. . The other side is where he waits. His spirit reaching out.
How can this be?. Why is he the chosen one?. Saint gone astray. With a scepter and a gun. . Learn to believe. In the mighty and the strong. Come bleed the beast.
- ("Uncovered" show at Ronnie Scott's Jazz Club, London - 1/31/95). - John Wetton and Eddie Jobson (UK - from the album "UK"). . Are you one of mine who can sleep with one eye open wide?.
There's a story in your eyes. I can see the hurt behind your smile. For every sign I recognize. Another one escapes me. . Let me know what plagues your mind.
We're taught unconditional love,. that blood is thicker than water,. that a parent's world would revolve. always around their son or their daughter,. you pretended I was your own.
For a while. I thought I fell asleep. . Lying motionless inside a dream. Then rising suddenly. I felt a chilling breath upon me. She softly whispered in my ear.