for david. shalom.

[lagilman]

sometimes a song comes along and resonates so much you begin to hate it. Twice now, this song has done that to me, and while the circumstances make me loathe it, the words still ring true...



If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands


copyright Jewel


And now life has to go on. life needs to go on. it's the whole point, after all.

Comments

[lauriemann.livejournal.com]

I'm not familiar with that song, but I can see why the words were resonate.

I lost a class mate suddenly in eighth grade. Someone was playing a transistor radio loudly on the bus on the way home that afternoon, and I heard James Taylor's "Fire and Rain." It was months before I could hear that song and not cry, and years before I could hear it and not think of Debbie.

[wolfsilveroak.livejournal.com]

I think that's one of her best songs.

[sfmarty.livejournal.com]

I didn't realize until just a moment ago that it was =David=. Damn.

I see him in my minds eye with the long feather in his hat, loping down a con's halls. Such a sweetie.