It just doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter that our body is an adult.
That we have our own family.
That we work and laugh and can watch tv any time we want.
That we have nothing to do with religion.
That we haven't seen him since the day we were legally an adult ~ that we turned our backs and walked away.
Somedays.. all we are is a broken, abused, beaten soul. The sum of us.
And we are sad. So sad.
Someday: By Rob Thomas
You can go, you can start all over again
You can try to find a way to make another day go by
You can hide all your feelings inside
You can try to carry on when all you want to do is cry
And maybe someday we'll figure all this out
Try to put an end to all our doubt
Try to find a way to make things better now
And Maybe someday we'll live our lives out loud
We'll be better off somehow...
Someday
You can go, you can start all over again
You can try to find a way to make another day go by
You can hide all your feelings inside
You can try to carry on when all you want to do is cry
And maybe someday we'll figure all this out
Try to put an end to all our doubt
Try to find a way to make things better now
And Maybe someday we'll live our lives out loud
We'll be better off somehow...
Someday
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2 comments:
Both these poems are very moving
Sam,
We have been listening to Rob Thomas' song Someday the past week on repeat. At first I didn't hear the words but I now I do.
As much as I find the song hopefull, it makes me realize that "someday" may not be tomorrow. The journey may be long and painful but "someday we will figure all this out and live our lives outloud" just like the lyrics say.
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