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Post by thebaffledking on Jan 13, 2017 18:58:49 GMT -5
When they turn the pages of history When these days have passed long ago Will they read of us with sadness For the seeds that we let grow? (these lyrics remind me of last summer when we were visiting my uncle's house. He inherited all the old family portrait photos and has them hanging on a wall in his study. During a tour of his home, we stopped in front of these pics -- my grandmother, great grandmother, great aunts and uncles, all long gone, their lives lived and surrendered -- and the stories of some of them were heartbreaking.......stories about how 'he never seemed to love her very much....they never had children' and etc, and I stood there, seeing a physical resemblance between myself and many of them....and just thought, 'Someday I'm going to be on a wall like this and what are they going to say about me? Because it's obvious all of my living family members know how miserable I am....' I don't want to be that guy on the wall whom future family members hear sad stories about......my life over........) ANYWAY!!! next lyrical snippet please! You're up!
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Post by thebaffledking on Jan 15, 2017 3:34:39 GMT -5
When the dragons grow too mighty To slay with pen or sword I grow weary of the battle And the storm I walk toward When all around is madness And there's no safe port in view I long to turn my path homeward To spend my life with you
When life becomes as barren And as cold as winter skies There's a beacon in the darkness In a distant pair of eyes In vain to search for honor In vain to search for truth But these things can still be given Your love has shown me proof
(changed one word to fit my situation better - apologies to Neil, Geddy, and Alex)
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