That is a hell of a good question.

So open up your morning light
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive
Then see the peace in every eye

She had two babies, one was six months, one was three
In the war of '44
Every telephone ring, every heartbeat stinging
When she thought it was God calling her
Oh, would her son grow to know his father?

I don't want to to wait for our lives to be over,
I want to know right now what will it be
I don't want to wait for our lives to be over,
Will it be yes or will it be...sorry?

He showed up all wet on the rainy front step
Wearing shrapnel in his skin
And the war he saw lives inside him still,
It's so hard to be gentle and warm
The years pass by and now he has granddaughters

You look at me from across the room
You're wearing your anguish again
Believe me I know the feeling
It sucks you into the jaws of anger
So breathe a little more deeply
All we have is this very moment
And I don't want to do what his father,
And his father, and his father did,
I want to be here now

So open up your morning light,
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive,
Then see the peace in every eye

the cost is so much more than I can bear.

A amizade - ou, como eu gosto de a chamar, a forma assexuada de amor -, é confiarmos a nossa felicidade a outra pessoa.

Em nome daquilo em que acreditamos, do próprio amor, depositamos não só a nossa confiança na pessoa amiga, como depositamos nela tudo em que acreditamos, a nossa fé, o nosso amor, os nossos valores de fraternidade e cumplicidade, e assim abdicamos do poder total que detemos de ser felizes; aquele livre-arbítrio que se diz de todos. Passamo-la como se fosse um testemunho. "Toma, isto sou eu, transporta-la cuidadosamente."


E como é que a outra pessoa sabe que lhes estamos a confiar bem tão precioso?
Não sabe.
Esperamos que ela compartilhe dos mesmos valores e crenças, e fazemos figas para ela perceber.

E se ela não percebe?
Não temos maneira de saber senão magoar-mo-nos.


Deve ter sido por isso que tantas vezes cai. Talvez deva tornar-me um pouco mais céptica.




E se ela não percebe?
Bom, o ódio e a vingança de nada servem, são sentimentos somente auto destrutivos.
E o desprezo? Também, porque muitas vezes é ódio camuflado.
O que nos resta então fazer?
A velha máxima de aprender. Que mais haveria de ser?

E partir do principio que o erro foi nosso.


Heaven bend to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear

Though I've tried, I've fallen
I have sunk so low
I messed up
Better I should know
So don't come 'round here
And tell me I told you so

We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
In the lonely light of morning
In the wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I've held so dear

Heaven bend to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh, they turn their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missstep you'll slip before you know it
And that doesn't seem away to be redeemed