When a song touches a chord somewhere deep within.

The Voice. The Lyrics. The Music.

The Goosebumps.

When Your Future Lies in Your Past

In as many ways as pain demands to be felt. 

As urgently as Destiny's cards will themselves

 to be dealt.

So do memories whisper to our dreams to see themselves last

They're sometimes poked by our future

They're other times nudged by our past 

The Final Barrier Separates Us

And then, I tried breathing my life into you

Of inhaling the sickness into me while I breathe health back into you.

And then  I clutched my eyes  tight shut

To convince myself this was a dream

A nightmare which would stop.

It had to stop.

Couldn't it see this was constricting the very air I breathe?

How could it not? 

Yet.

I woke up to find the rules haven't changed.

The world has not stopped.

The critics haven't stopped criticising 

The haters haven't curbed hating

Unrest follows every tomorrow

And you have gone where I can't follow.

Please.

Hear the the words I am saying.

Heed the prayers I am praying.

Call me.

Call me to you.

Call me to where you are.

Soon.

私のお気に入り - YOU

The belief that could restore the world

Picture credit : Davis Adrain

And then a small voice nudged him from inside,

while she stood there in front of him.

and it seemed her light would fill his world and banish the Dark he'd known for so long.

Pierce his weary heart, and allow him to feel.

Yet

he resisted, resolute,

not daring yet to dream.

"I will not be good for you," he said.

"No," she replied,

and held out her hand. "But maybe I will be good for you.