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If I Flee on Morning Wings - Fernando Ortega

I'm so sorry you have moved away
and I will never see you again.




If I take the wings of the dawn,
If I dwell in the remotest part of the sea,
Even there Your hand will lead me,
And Your right hand will lay hold of me.

Trailing Clouds of Glory

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting And cometh from afar; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature’s priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.

Glory in the Flower

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What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind..

FLOWER PRINT CROCHET: "FORGET ME NOT" / "NOMEOLVIDES"

Sunday 29 November 2015

I missed you today at church.  I wonder if I'll ever see you again?  It's been days since I saw your truck parked out front.

All I want for Christmas is a friendly easygoing relationship with you and a flat stomach.  Two impossible dreams right?

I wish you and I could be friends for the rest of our lives on this earth.

I love you.

SHAME (by Fernando Ortega)

How often are we,
in the course of contact with other human beings,
judged for our resources or lack thereof?



Though I am weak
Sometimes weary
In times of trial
I hide my face
In the balance
Judge me wholly
Please don't judge me
By my shame

In dark hours
Of confrontation
When words may fall
Too soon to unsay
Don't mistake them
For my true meaning
They are measures
Of my shame

I have tried to
Live life humbly
Not a coward
Not in vain
When my meekness
Overcomes me
Remember me
Not my shame
Not my shame

I am small
And self-conscious
Every mirror
Reflects the grain
Judge my essence
By my kinships
Remember me
Not my shame

I am weak
Sometimes weary
Sometimes small
I hide away
When my hours
Are all accounted
Please don't bind me
To my shame

I have tried to
Live life humbly
Not a coward
Not in vain
When my meekness
Overcomes me
Remember me
Not my shame
Not my shame

Prayer for Home by Fernando Ortega

Grant them peace, most precious gift of all
Keep the worried world far away and small
When they return, may quiet fill their souls,
Dearest Lord, keep them safe within it's walls.
May the stone be cool beneath their feet.
The canyon breezes circle soft and sweet
When darkness falls, the stars and opal moon
Find them wrapped in each other, ever warm.
Chorus:
May it be a refuge for their love,
A harbor for their deepest prayer.
May they come to flourish in the grove,
Grow ever nearer to You there.
Many a burdened friend in their company rises,
A heavy heart is soon released to fly.
May their table be blessed with laughter and with grace
And by the comfort of kinship be surprised.
Chorus
May the cold wind blow far from their front door
May the winter rains never bring them harm
May their hearthfires burn throughout the night
Grant them peace until morning's perfect light.
Chorus

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Blue Rose

You are the blue rose, to be longed for, hoped for and desired, but never owned, never approached,  allowed to remain in your beauty unscathed, undefiled. I love the blue rose.

The Exodus Song (Pat Boone) (1960 original version)

PAT BOONE - WHISPERING HOPE

"Whispering Hope"

Soft as the voice of an angel
Breathing a lesson unheard
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers a comforting word.

Wait, till the darkness is over
Wait, till the tempest is done
Hope, for the sunshine tomorrow
After the darkness is gone.

Whispering hope,
Oh how welcome Thy voice
Making my heart
in its sorrow rejoice.

If in the dusk of the twilight
Dimmed be the region afar
Will not the deepening darkness
Brighten the glittering star.

Then when the night is upon us
Why should the heart sink away
When the dark midnight is over
Watch for the breaking of day.

Whispering hope,
Oh how welcome Thy voice
Making my heart
in its sorrow rejoice...

Whispering Hope

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It is well with my soul - Chris Rice

I don't know from whence you draw your inspiration and comfort. I receive both from music of certain kinds. Hymns really help me and this is one I love even though we don't sing this one in our worship services.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to know,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

In the 1870s, Horatio Spafford was a successful lawyer in Chicago and heavily invested in real estate. In 1871, the great Chicago fire destroyed all his downtown investment properties.

In 1873, he and his family planned a vacation trip to Europe. While in Great Britain, he planned to help his good friend Dwight L. Moody and Ira Sankey, whom he had financially supported, with their evangelistic tour. Spafford sent his wife and four girls—ages 11, 9, 7 and 2—ahead while he finished up last-minute business in Chicago.

On November 22, the S.S. Ville Du Havre struck another ship and sank within twelve minutes. Mrs. Spafford cabled her husband “Saved alone. What shall I do?”

One story claims Horatio Spafford wrote “It Is Well with My Soul” while passing the place in the ocean where his little girls perished in answer to his and his wife's grief at their loss. It is possible he wrote it later in passing through the process of acceptance of ongoing life without them.

Horatio and Anna returned to Chicago, and Horatio II was born.  Little Horatio died at age four of scarlet fever in 1876.

Two years later,Bertha was born.Bertha wrote her parents not only suffered the pain of losing their fortune and five children, but also were plagued by a crisis of faith. Were the children’s deaths a punishment from God? Did He no longer love them? Horatio felt himself in danger of losing his faith.

In 1881, a sixth daughterwas born whom they named “Grace.” Shortly after, the family of four moved to Jerusalem. Horatio explained, “Jerusalem is where my Lord lived, suffered, and conquered, and I wish to learn how to live, suffer, and especially to conquer.”

In Jerusalem the family set up a children’s home. Horatio contracted malaria and while in the grip of malarial fever claimed to be the returned Messiah. He never recovered and died of his illness.

The tune of "It Is Well With My Soul" was written by Philip P. Bliss, which he entitled “Ville du Havre,” the name of the ship whereon were lost Horatio Spafford's four daughters. The hymn was first sung by PhilipBliss before a gathering of ministers November 24, 1876.

A month later, December 29, 1876, Philip Bliss and his wife were traveling to Chicago by train. As the train passed over a trestle near Ashtabula, Ohio, the bridge collapsed and the passenger coaches plunged 75 feet into the icy ravine below. A fire broke out in the wooden cars and both were burned beyond recognition.

In the lives of the men who wrote this hymn could be found the earnest desire to leave the world a better place because they had resided in it and this hymn was written to inspire those who hear it to do their very best during their lives to make the world better.

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Wherever you are and whomever you are with, I hope you are happy.

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 Wherever you are and
whoever you are with,
I hope you are happy.

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Thanksgiving

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Happy Thanksgiving loved one!  We had ours a day early, and I decorated and did some cooking.  Miss you dear.  I wish I could have had a Thanksgiving with you.

Gary Cherone and Nuno Bettencourt from Extreme Singing National Anthem

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Scorpions - Wind Of Change

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I like hearing familiar songs sung in different languages. It makes them more interesting somehow.  I love the imagery the words in this song inspires, of a world where all are able to peacefully interact with each other. Do you think such a world could ever happen? I hate the damages of war.

I will miss you

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I looked for you tonight and you weren't there. That's to be expected though since you are a free man.  You won't miss me when I leave here. You never have before, but I will miss you.

Like any fool with  a crush, I wondered where you were and whether you were happy where you were at.  I love you

One sided relationships

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Some advantages to one sided relationships are the complications that don't arise in the relationships that already exist.  I don't have to worry about a boyfriend or husband who isn't mine.  I don't own you, and you don't own me. You are free and you don't have to worry about harassment from my ex husband.  A person involved in political struggles should have the courtesy not to afflict someone else with them.

In my nonexistent and yet ever present relationship with you, I can talk out my phobias without debating them.  I can love you safely without fear of disrupting those who count on me to be there for them.

The only thing I can't do anything about is my ongoing concern for your well being and safety and my desire to be part of your life.  If I thought I could bring honor and value to your life, I most certainly would be so happy to be part of it.  If I thought you would respect and love those whom I respect and love, I would most certainly be grateful to have you as part of my life.

That is the most essential part of any relationship, that we add quality to each other.

Joe diffy-ships that dont come in

There is a silence

Today, Sunday 22 Nov 2015

Today, I looked and I loved you. I watched you throughout the meeting, admired your snowy beard which looks wonderful on you even though it covers up your beautiful face and your graceful neck. It is probably a good thing to cover your lovely neck because I always want to touch it when it is visible.

Then seeing you in the hallway before and after class.  I was stuck in the coat rack for a few minutes waiting for you to pass while you spoke to another person, and I loved the sound of your voice.  Then you passed me and you waved.  I know you were just joking but I received the joy from your attention, that crazy joyful feeling a pet might have when the owner returns home.

I had visiting teaching today so I didn't get to see you leave.  You probably won't be here next Sunday so I'm lucky to have seen this much of you today.

Tomorrow is Carol's funeral.  I always thought she liked you. I'm so sorry she is gone.

Doug Stone Better off in a pine box

Collin Raye - Not That Different

You and I have some of the same needs, but I think we are too different.
I like you anyway though

Not That Different Lyrics

She said we're much too different
We're from two separate worlds
And he admitted she was partly right
But in his heart's defense he told her
What they had in common
Was strong enough to bond them for life
He said look behind your own soul
And the person that you'll see
Just might remind you of me

I laugh, I love, I hope, I try
I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry
And I know you do the same things, too
So we're really not that different, me and you

She could hardly argue
With his pure and simple logic
But logic never could convince a heart
She had always dreamed of loving someone more exotic
And he just didn't seem to fit the part
So she searched for greener pastures
But never could forget
What he whispered when she left

I laugh, I love, I hope, I try
I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry
And I know you do the same things, too
So we're really not that different, me and you

Was it time or was it truth
Maybe both lead her back to his door
As her tears fell at his feet
She didn't say "I love you"
What she said meant even more

I laugh, I love, I hope, I try
I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry
And I know you do the same things, too
So we're really not that different, me and you

Songwriters: TAYLOR-GOOD, KAREN/SCOTT, JOIE

Collin Raye - In This Life

"In This Life"

For all I've been blessed with in this life,
there was an emptiness in me.
I was imprisoned by the power of gold.
With one honest touch, you set me free.

Let the world stop turning,
let the sun stop burning.
Let them tell me love's not worth going through.
If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart
the only dream that matters has come true;
in this life, I was loved by you.

For every mountain I have climbed,
every raging river crossed,
you were the treasure that I longed to find.
Without your love I would be lost.

Let the world stop turning,
let the sun stop burning,
let them tell me love's not worth going through.
If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart,
the only dream that mattered had come true;
in this life i was loved by you.

In this life, I was loved by you.

Woman of clay

How do you reform a woman of clay
half baked in her thoughts and set in her ways

But you don't want a woman with feet of clay
though she belongs to God  and He made her that way...

Richard Clayderman - Love Story

Thank you universe

Most love stories are not reciprocal.
Love tends to be a one way process.
It is okay if it is.
The return is often inspiration.
Love cannot be owned.

Christina's World by Andrew Wyeth

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Autumn waterfall

The Thorn Birds - Original Sin

Ingebjørg Bratland - Klokkene kallar

I saw you today, while I was bringing my son home from his mission where he works.  I like to swing past your street and look down it to see if your truck is there, your beautiful truck that I will never be invited to ride in.  I did not expect to see you, but I saw you in passing as we rounded the corner of your street to turn into ours. 

You did not acknowledge me as usual but that is okay.  You don't have to.  No one has to like me really.  I have a duty to my permanent relationships to fulfill.  Even though I want a permanent relationship with you, it is a selfish desire on my part.  Maybe they don't want a relationship with you. 

As we passed, I watched your blue truck pass away from me down the street and I continued to our place. I guess all we were ever meant to be in this life are people who pass by each other.

I love your face, and your presence in this world no matter how you feel about me, and I will stay away from you so I will not offend your eyes.

Sang: 'Til ungdommen' - Ingebjørg Bratland

Ingebjørg Bratland - Den fyrste song (NRK, 2007)

This young lady reminds me of the way my son looks now.  She has lost her pudgy look in the eight years between now and then.  She is so very thin now.  I think my son's thin look would look similar to hers minus the dress, high heels and long hair. I wish sometimes I could look that thin.

Paris Attacks

Steve

Carol

Carol passed away yesterday.  First John, now Carol.  I'm so sorry Carol's gone.I always thought she liked you.  Now she's not around anymore. 

I never did get to know Carol well. I just greeted her in passing.  She made fun of me and my family a bit.  I always feel that way bout you too, like you see me as an object of ridicule.You are entitled to your opinion. I just don't want to be around you to be ridiculed.  That is how I felt about Carol and her family members sometimes.

Somewhere in the end of forever maybe people will love and be loved.  Some people can take some teasing, they are strong enough.  I took a lot of teasing and still do, but I will never like it.

I liked Carol, but I didn't feel welcome around her.  I am so very sorry she is gone though.  Her parents didn't need her to be gone.  They called her their Brazilian daughter.

I would be sorry if you were gone.  It will be understandable though if you leave and never say goodbye to me.  I did not know how to fit into your life, or Carol's.  I will never fit anywhere.

We Will Never Forget - 22.07.2011 - Oslo / Utøya memorial

My children are descendants of relatively recent Norwegian immigrants.  In the tragedy of these people I see my children.  I cannot help but condemn the man who brought this grief into the world.

Til Ungdommen

I do not understand why we must always have war ever around and with us.
Why can't we control our feelings of criticism and judgment,
or invasive behavior toward others?
Why can't the earth be loved and not destroyed?
Why can't we, all people, respect one another?

You will never love me or respect me.
I cannot make you.
I could not make him respect me either,
but I think he will never respect anyone.

If I thought you could respect me, I would seek you out and we could talk.
I don't believe that relationship will ever exist between us,
so I will just talk to this blog.

Worth

I think you are worth living and dying for.
I needed to feel that way about someone,
because the behavior of the father of my children
has affected the way I see all other people.

I haven't meant to affect you poorly.
I haven't wanted to make you sad.
I'm staying out of your way
so you won't have to see me or think of me.

But to love you is part of my needs,
not so much a want for me.
Sometimes angels seem so hard to find
and you are an angel for me.

I like to see you and think of you
worry about and believe in you.
Even if you just see right through me
that is more I think than what's due me.

God has a way of righting all wrongs

Lights

When I was a married person, I used to ask my husband when he would be home. He would give me a time, and then he would never be home at that time. It wasn't important to him. He would say he'd be home at 5 p.m. and then he would not return until about 3 am next morning I told him not to give me a time anymore to expect him by.  He would begin attacking and accuse me of cheating on him, but he was the one out of the house prowling around all night and I was home with the kids wondering if I should file a missing persons report with the police.

It isn't that I want to restrict the freedom of a person in a contract with me. It isn't that I want to do their breathing for them or count how many showers they take or bites of food they eat but I feel responsible for them. I felt responsible for him and for the kids we brought into this world.  I thought families were supposed to feel that way toward each other.

He just didn't feel that way toward us, or, if he did, he ignored it.

Ingebjørg Bratland - Fordi Jeg Elsker Deg

This is the song "Make You Feel My Love" in Norwegian I think.

Når regnet slår imot deg,  der du går
når du ikke vet din annen råd
da vil jeg holde deg i tusen år
fordi jeg elsker deg

når alle nattens stjerner viser seg
og ingen er der for å trøste deg
da skal du alltid ha et hjem hos meg
fordi jeg elsker deg

jeg vet du ikke har bestemt deg men
jeg lar deg ta den tid du vil
for jeg forstår helt fra begynnelsen
det er her hos meg, du hører til

jeg ofrer hørsel eller syn for deg
jeg kryper naken gjennom dynen for deg
ingen kraft på jord kan hindre meg
fordi jeg elsker deg

når raser stormen over åpent hav
og gjennom sorgens mørke skog
fremtidens vind vil blåse himlen av
alt skal bli mye bedre enn du tror

jeg vil se deg lykkelig vil se deg glad
gi deg alle ting du helst vil ha
alt du har drømt om skal bli av en dag
fordi jeg elsker deg

fordi jeg elsker deg

Sunday, 15 November 2015

I saw you today, briefly while I was behind your truck, your beautiful face momentarily reflected in the mirror of your truck.  I did not mean to block you in.  I thought surely you would be gone by the time I returned from dropping off my daughter where she wanted to be.

I was only waiting for a car to move so I could drive through, did not meant to block you.  Thank you so much for not backing into me.

I tried to stay out of your way today, where you would not have to see me.  It is no fun being hated and despised by someone I love and admire, but at least we are not married and I do not have to be hated and despised inside a contract like I was in my marriage.

Thinking of you is a furtive joy.  After all, I could not really pursue a relationship under the conditions I now live.  Maybe it would be difficult for you also.  I would feel as though I am stealing time form the relationships I already have. 

Whoever feels the warmth of your healing arms is truly blessed.

Prayers for Paris

Guardian angels

I don't believe angels have wings but I believe they come to help and protect us when we need them

Birds in a gilded cage

The ballroom was filled with fashion's throng,

It shone with a thousand lights,

And there was a woman who passed along,

The fairest of all the sights,

A girl to her lover then softly sighed,

There's riches at her command;

But she married for wealth, not for love, he cried,

Though she lives in a mansion grand.

CHORUS

She's only a bird in a gilded cage,

A beautiful sight to see,

You may think she's happy and free from care,

She's not, though she seems to be,

'Tis sad when you think of her wasted life,

For youth cannot mate with age,

And her beauty was sold,

For an old man's gold,

She's a bird in a gilded cage.

I stood in a churchyard just at eve',

When sunset adorned the west,

And looked at the people who'd come to grieve,

For loved ones now laid at rest,

A tall marble monument marked the grave,

Of one who'd been fashion's queen,

And I thought she is happier here at rest,

Than to have people say when seen.

Blue Angel

Color Wheel

I'm going to make one of these for you for Christmas this year. 

Even though you will never receive it, and I will keep it myself,
at least I will know I made something for you. 

I'll make something for you every year,
and give you Christmas for your birthday,
since I don't know when your birthday is. 

I love you.

Cube Ring by theInfinityCreeper on DeviantArt

 

My nephew

Coming through
Morgan drives a wagon down the hallway
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castles in air

So often I build around you castles in the air

but then I see myself...

And I know I don't belong there

The castle in the sky is too far away for me to see

And you could never want me

Your face is always turned away

looking somewhere else.

I really have no right at all

to want you for myself.

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Ojos de Dios

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Ojos de Dios means eyes of God in Spanish.  These decorations upon a wall are meant to represent the idea  that God is always watching over us and to remind us that we must be ever mindful of Hima nd our actions should reflect how we would want Him to see us.  If the eyes of God are always upon us and He is caring for us and we are trying to please Him, how can we do wrong?

Snow

For just a moment yesterday there was snow.

Pomanders

Working on memories

I've been working on memories, mostly someone else's.  They died leaving no children behind to preserve their memories. I'm currently scanning a book of love letters, preserved by the ones who lived the love story.  Some of us live our love stories, some only long for them.

Not everyone believes in or has the chance to live a love story.  In recording memories, we already know how the love story ended. Theirs was a good story, and they were faithful to the end. Not all stories begin or end that way, but wouldn't it be wonderful if everyone who wanted one could have a love story?

Some love stories aren't focused on a man/woman relationship.  Some love stories are about causes, hopes, dreams, human interest or otherwise.

George Washington's life was a love story of sorts. He had no children, but his life was spent serving country and fellow men.  His farm became the Arlington National Cemetery.

Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, gave his life for love of God and people.  His sacrifice is undeniable, His love story is undeniable and so are his descriptions of what love really is for and about.

Everything we have that is good in this world was born out of someone's unselfish love and devotion toward someone or something.

I would be your friend if I could, even to the point of laying down my life for you. I'm glad you can't read this and know how I feel because I can't explain why I feel like this toward you. 

I voted

I voted with the mail in ballot this year.  Next year is the presidential election and I will vote then also.  I wonder if you voted? But even wondering that is getting into your business, and I am trying hard not to.  I am living with knowing as usual that I am unwelcome in your life.  I think well enough of you to be supportive and follow your lead if the time comes when your special gifts for survival are needed.  I believe in you.

Sesame Street - The Batty Bat singalong song

My younger sister used to like this when she was little because of the chorus line of little bats singing in support of the Count. It is one of the joys in life to know what someone likes and remember them for it.

I wish I knew what you liked and I could send you things like that.  We don't have that relationship, and I'm not very good at those anyway.  I've never known how to be.  Maybe I would have if I'd ever had a pet.

It has been a lot of years of having no power or place of my own and then bringing more people into the world without power or places of their own.  People with strength and resources find ways to put you down for having no resources and you wind up dependent on someone else's.

It was a miserable life being married to someone who really wanted all of the resources for himself and didn't want to share.  It made my choices necessary.  I am only sorry I married him and grateful for the divorce that parted me legally from his  name and actions.

I regret needing the resources of others to survive.  I'm grateful they were willing to share but now the indebted feelings are forever in my soul, relentless and unkind, they devour me.

The Count was created from a dark figure in history. Maybe Sesame Street was trying to make the dark things in history a little less scary for kids.  Wouldn't it be wonderful to live in a world where people didn't think of all kinds of scary things to do to other people, animals, objects.

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Cyndi Lauper True Colours Lyrics

Cyndi Lauper - True Colors (MattyBRaps Cover ft Olivia Kay)

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Different - Scott and Fran

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"Different"

Tell myself on the ride home.
Getting tired, hating all I've known.
Holding on like it's all I have.
Count me out when it's clear
that I find it hard to say.
And you find it hard to care.

I wanted to see something that's different,
something you said would change in me.
Wanted to be anything different,
everything you would change in me.

Got this way, up front but never true.
God, I'm wrong, it's just the way I am.
Crashing down any chance you'll hear.

Caving in any chance that you,
could see inside of me.
And I, I'll know what to say,
It's fine, this isn't Hollywood.
So fine, getting in your way.

I wanted to see something that's different,
something you said would change in me.
Wanted to be anything different,
everything you would change in me.

I'm taking a chance, this could be different.
This could be all I'm waiting for.
Taking a chance, this could be different.
This could be all I'm waiting for.

I wanted to see something that's different,
something you said would change in me.
Wanted to be anything different,
everything you would change in me.
Something that's different
(something that's different)

Never Let Go (lyrics)

Families are Forever

Johnny Lingo

The Mailbox

If I Stand

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Cipher in the Snow

I'm not sure if this film was required of you to view or not.  I was required to view it several times during school and church. It affected me then and it affects me now.

 I considered the boy who died and the other characters in the film. I considered each role in the film. 

The one I most identified with when I first saw the movie, was the boy who died, Cliff Evans.  School made me feel that way.  Teachers and tests made me feel that way then and they still do.

Since I am now divorced, the role I consider most is the mother who remarried and lost her son.  I also consider the stepfather, the selfish, demanding, hostile stepfather who resented this child who was not his own.  I decided I was not likely to find someone who would love and care for my children and it is better for me to remain alone for the rest of eternity.

Edward scissorhands - Ice Dance

Chance meeting brings 2 WW II vets together after 70 years

Chance meeting brings 2 WW II vets together after 70 years