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Cowboy Junkies have some great lyrics like:
No one in sight for 50 miles.
Sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines.
If I can just make the crest of that hill
the whole day will tumble and out the night will spill.
The sky is still as a spinning top.
Shooting stars drop like burning words from above.
If I could just connect all these dots,
the truth would tumble like a cynic vexed by love.
The people will tell you that you're miles from your home
- miles fom your home.
But that's where I want to be
out there searching,
out here fumbling...
- Miles from our Home
Great imagery and poetry in those lyrics!
And I will always love the following:
If I could tell the world just one thing it would be -
You're all okay.
And not to worry
because worry is wasteful and useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idled by despair
I've given myself around my faith.
Its light the darkness most fears.
My hands are small I know
but they're not yours, they are my own,
and I am never broken.
Povery stole your golden shoes,
but it didn't steal your laughter.
Heartache came to visit me,
but I knew it wasn't ever after.
We'll fight, not out of spite
but someone must stand up for what's right.
Where there is a man who has no voice,
there I shall be seen.
My hands are small, I know
but they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken.
In the end only kindness matters.
In the end only kindness matters.
I will get down on my knees and I will pray.
I will get down on my knees and I will pray.
My hands are small I know
but they're not yours, they are my own,
and I am never broken.
We are never broken.
We are God's eyes.
We are God's hands.
God's eyes
God's hands
-Jewel, "Hands"
That song has gotten me through many a dark moment.
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