the power of words and music...

Some lyrics just *grab* you... like these...

When I was a little boy
I swore that I would change the world
When I grew up
Nothing else would be enough

I see it every day
We settle for safe
And lose ourselves along the way

But if we don’t dream big
What’s the use in dreaming
If you don’t have faith
There’s nothing worth believing

It takes one hope
To make the stars worth reaching for
So reach out for something more

Took a while to perfect a plan
For me to finally understand
That it’s not me
Faith is something you can’t see

I’ve wiped my tears away
Now it’s time for a change
No, I can’t waste another day

~

Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all the kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on

I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York city
And I dont know why

Are we listening to hymms of offering?
Have we eyes to see that love is gathering?
All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding into one

So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below

And I laugh at myself
As the years roll down
Cause it's the world I know
It's the world I know

~

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure if we have too much
But we’ll take our chances
Because God’s stopped keeping score

I guess that somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all Gods children
Crept out the back door

And its hard to love
There’s so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of

And the wounded skies above
Say it’s much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say what’s mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I’ll take my chances
Because God’s stopped keeping score

And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can’t come back
Because he has no children to come back for

Its hard to love, there’s so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say its much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time