Playing Goo Goo Dolls - Better Days
Mon, 2007-12-31 23:57 - Kerry
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And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
So take these words
And sing out loud
Cuz everyone is forgiven now
Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again
And it's someplace simple where we could live
And something only you can give
And thats faith and trust and peace while we're alive
And the one poor child that saved this world
And there's 10 million more who probably could
If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them
So take these words
And sing out loud
Cuz everyone is forgiven now
Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again
I wish everyone was loved tonight
And somehow stop this endless fight
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
So take these words
And sing out loud
Cuz everyone is forgiven now
Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again
Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again
Comments
Making peace with the broken pieces from our past
I've been caught by my the cross-hairs of trapped memories lately, and I've found strange comfort through friends I have made over the years since I first started writing on public forums.
I have learned, quickly, that Ours is a very quiet yet vocal group of many shared feelings and experiences that dare not to speak too loudly for fear of public ridicule and chastisement.
"How can you not be happy after all that was given to you, when so much loss and misery exists in the world?"
Oh, you poor, poor people who think children taken in by strangers don't experience MORE grief and pain as a result!!!
The sick thing is, we keep our secrets as badges of courage, and we share them among those who know our secret language. It's a slap and tickle of twisted ironies that soothes and calms, just as it irritates and disturbs us back into a state of static repair.
Oh how I bleed this time of year, knowing how NOT alone I am!
And how this contact with "stranger-friends" makes me breathe, too... knowing how many still keep in touch, knowing how right we to in keep in contact with those who feel a connection with strangeness.
Things done TO us do not make us strange people.
Adapting to oddness, created by adults, after all, is our nature. "Normalcy" and "unconditional acceptance" become relative words, don't they?
Every day starts a New Year, meaning... each time we wake, we can reassign the grief, and say: "No More." The beauty is, we don't need family to tell us it's ok to get better and stronger to move-on and away from all that keeps us in living decay.