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Dec. 21st, 2011 08:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darchildreI believe I promised another song for Yule. Here it is.
Go ahead, push your luck
Find out how much love the world can hold
Once upon a time I had control
And reined my soul in tight
Well, the whole truth
Is like the story of a wave unfurled
But I held the evil of the world
So I stopped the tide
Froze it up from inside
And it felt like a winter machine
That you go through and then
You catch your breath and winter starts again
And everyone else is spring bound
And when I chose to live
There was no joy
It's just a line I crossed
I wasn't worth the pain my death would cost
So I was not lost or found
And if I was to sleep
I knew my family had more truth to tell
So I traveled down a whispering well
To know myself through them
Growing up, my mom had a room full of books
and hid away in there
Her father raging down a spiral stair
Till he found someone
Most days his son
And sometimes I think
My father, too, was a refugee
I know they tried to keep their pain from me
They could not see what it was for
But now I'm sleeping fine
Sometimes the truth is like a second chance
I am the daughter of a great romance
And they are the children of the war
Well the sun rose
So many colors, it nearly broke my heart
It worked me over like a work of art
And I was part of all that
So go ahead, push your luck
Say what it is you gotta say to me
We will push on into that mystery
And it'll push right back
And there are worse things than that
'Cause for every price
And every penance that I could think of
It's better to have fallen in love
Than never to have fallen at all
'Cause when you live in a world
Well, it gets into who you thought you'd be
And now I laugh at how the world changed me
I think life chose me, after all
And that pretty much encapsulates all my thoughts about Yule this year. There are dark times and there are cold times, but we remember the strength of our past and our ancestors and our families, we know that the sun will rise. And it does. Every day the sun rises, every year the earth turns again and the light comes back. And we are part of it. It is in us, we are in it, we are changed by it. Life has chosen us again, this year and every year.
Happy Yule.
Go ahead, push your luck
Find out how much love the world can hold
Once upon a time I had control
And reined my soul in tight
Well, the whole truth
Is like the story of a wave unfurled
But I held the evil of the world
So I stopped the tide
Froze it up from inside
And it felt like a winter machine
That you go through and then
You catch your breath and winter starts again
And everyone else is spring bound
And when I chose to live
There was no joy
It's just a line I crossed
I wasn't worth the pain my death would cost
So I was not lost or found
And if I was to sleep
I knew my family had more truth to tell
So I traveled down a whispering well
To know myself through them
Growing up, my mom had a room full of books
and hid away in there
Her father raging down a spiral stair
Till he found someone
Most days his son
And sometimes I think
My father, too, was a refugee
I know they tried to keep their pain from me
They could not see what it was for
But now I'm sleeping fine
Sometimes the truth is like a second chance
I am the daughter of a great romance
And they are the children of the war
Well the sun rose
So many colors, it nearly broke my heart
It worked me over like a work of art
And I was part of all that
So go ahead, push your luck
Say what it is you gotta say to me
We will push on into that mystery
And it'll push right back
And there are worse things than that
'Cause for every price
And every penance that I could think of
It's better to have fallen in love
Than never to have fallen at all
'Cause when you live in a world
Well, it gets into who you thought you'd be
And now I laugh at how the world changed me
I think life chose me, after all
And that pretty much encapsulates all my thoughts about Yule this year. There are dark times and there are cold times, but we remember the strength of our past and our ancestors and our families, we know that the sun will rise. And it does. Every day the sun rises, every year the earth turns again and the light comes back. And we are part of it. It is in us, we are in it, we are changed by it. Life has chosen us again, this year and every year.
Happy Yule.
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