I don’t want to be “Yes, I used to date him…”, or a flicker of a remembrance on a tepid summer afternoon. I want to be someone a thousand times more meaningful to you. I don’t want to be a casual acquaintance who you met at a cocktail party or a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend. No, that’s not who I want to be. I don’t want seven degrees of separation coming between you and me. I want to be your closest entity; the ground on which you walk, the air you breath in each day, the support to take you higher to that which you aspire, the answer to the prayers that you pray. I want to be the one you choose each day and every night for you, a brilliant light. I don’t want to be promises made but broken; words floating in the air, false utterances spoken, a house of untruth, false passions aflame. Teach me that which you think I should know. Hold on tight and never let me go. I want you to be with me forever, I want you to bear my name. So now can you see? I want zero separation between you and me. I don’t want to be “Yes, I used to date him…”, or a flicker of a remembrance on a tepid summer afternoon. I want to be someone a thousand times more meaningful to you. I don’t want to be a casual acquaintance who you met at a cocktail party or a friend of a friend, of a friend of a friend. No, that’s not who I want to be. I don’t want seven degrees of separation coming between you and me.
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You ask me why I never cry.
I cry, believe me, I cry. My tears, I do not put on display, nor let the world in, it’s just not my way. I’m the same flesh and blood as you, but being vulnerable is something I’d rather not do. Can’t you see? So let me be, let me be. I do my crying in the dark where no one can see. The fountain of tears behind closed doors is none other than me. Such secrets I’ve kept hidden for years; my insecurities, my vulnerabilities, my fears. I’m quite skilled at keeping my emotions at bay, it’s just my way, just my way. You know I have an image to maintain and crying buckets of tears doesn’t pertain. Macho, untouchable, a carefully crafted persona; I live a well-planned life, I’m quite the performer. Don’t you want a man forged and true who can not only love you but can protect you too? To be found out, to be disarmed by a crying spell, it’s my living hell, my living hell. My emotions, haven’t been neutered, haven’t gone away. They’re an essential part of who I am, they’re with me to stay. I’m just not transparent, I’m not easily read. Having a powerful body, doesn’t mean I have an empty head. I guess my emotions say it all, they’re my Achilles heel, my short fall. I’ve traveled the world in search of my dream, many days without a dry eye, only a silent scream. It may be the most foolish thing I’ve ever done, leaving you behind, chasing the sun. It could have been all about us, instead, I chose me and forever mourn my loss. You ask me why I never cry. I cry, believe me, I cry. My tears, I keep hidden, I set them apart so as not to reveal the calling out of my lonely heart. If you stop to listen you just may hear this big dog bark but really, it’s me, crying in the dark. I’ll ask you only once,
I’ll not ask you twice, My gut is burning, I’ll hope you’ll say what’s nice. “Do you still love me? Am I still the right man for you? Am I still half of what you dream about? Do you dream of us as two?” You don’t really have to answer me, You don’t really have to answer me tonight, It’s just a question I need answered, Even if the answer doesn’t seem alright. So I’ll ask you only once, Just one question not a bunch, “Do you still love me? Am I still the man for you? Am I half of what you dream about? Do you still dream of us as two?” I’ve heard every word the world has to say,
I’m looking for hope, but it’s looking away. Where is the sunshine breaking from the sky? The world is imploding, I don’t really know why, all I know is, I’m ready to cry. My dear one, it’s hard to understand what man, to each other, can do. The world depends on people like you, warriors to confront the evil and rip it apart. What will win here is the power of heart. Each morning I wake up, I’m scared, my mouth is so dry. I look towards heaven, where are the birds, even they do not fly. I lose even more hope as open up my phone. How many have died, how many more have lost their home? The pain, the suffering it’s too much to bear. I am but a single person, what can I do from here? My dear one, there is much evil in the world, it’s true. Be not afraid, there’s a river of love flowing in you. What you have in your hands is what you can bring to confront our demons in and out of the ring. Father, what will the world look like tomorrow, what does the future hold? How will I find my way? Will I stand alone? Am I that bold? Dare I have dreams of my own or are they a thing of the past. How does this all end, how will I last? My darling child, this evil, I tell you, do not fear. There are more with you, there is so much more good out there. Awake, rise up, stand straight and strong. Good will triumph over evil, now has your daddy ever been wrong? You are my child, and I have set you apart. What will win here is the power of heart. I see them on the streets they stand there anchored and steadfast.
They’re willing to give all they have so the conflict won’t last. War is hell, not a video game. The world will never be the same. Who’s to blame, Putin’s the name. The barbarians are at the gate, and now it’s too late. One dead is too much. There’s hell to pay, with Putin’s touch. I see them behind each wall, the citizen solder now on call, like David and Goliath, there’s no way to hide it. The Russians have fighter planes and missiles, the Ukrainians have molotov cocktails and pistols. The Ukrainian people are tired and scared, the country they love may soon disappear. The world’s far from peaceful now. Putin wants to bring the Soviet Union back, we pray, no way, no how. The Ukrainian people, they’re heroes all, their President, Zelensky, didn’t run and hide. He’s fighting arm in arm with his people to turn back the tide, to again see the sun shine over his country, sovereign as it stands. Man’s best laid plans, have not been left to be Putin’s victory, we pray his defeat goes down in history. What proud folks can manufacture when their backs are against the wall, their steadfastness and courage, well, just says it all. The Ukrainian people just want their God given right to be free, to live peacefully, just like you and me. Yes, war is hell, it’s no video game, we can’t turn it on and then off again. The world is never the same. Putin’s the name, he is to blame. |