I love my life. I really do. I enjoy what I do. I may not have a lot of money, but I also don't worry about the fact that I shop sales, Old Navy, Publix brand foods. However, I love me; I have people I care a lot about and who care about me (despite the fact both sides of that freak me out). I am secure in the fact that I am going to be ok, regardless of what others say or think about me (NSEX comes to mind b/c we did taxes tonight but that's another post). All of which inspire this LOD. And you get the whole song.
Morning's hard
Coffee's cold.
Pretending that the days mean more than getting old.
Stale headlines,
Others drenched in pride
Marching to their drum
With fear standing beside.
But if I close my eyes and throw back my head,
I can see his face and I hear the words he said.
And my memories ache
And my senses burn.
Did he dream too late?
Will we ever learn?
I,
I want to testify.
My love still lives and breathes
And my soul is screaming why.
The thoughts won't let me sleep
Don't let hearts break;
And don't let children cry;
Before it gets too late
I want to testify.
I take what's said
As my daily bread.
I turn the page
And I turn my head.
I pick I choose
On the evening news;
Cause by cause they fight
And one by one they lose.
Must I live my days in these concrete ways?
Will the fire break through this smoky haze?
And I swear tonight I'm gonna find that place -
It's not the love that dies but the understanding ways.
I,
I want to testify.
My love still lives and breathes
And my soul is screaming why.
The thoughts won't let me sleep
Don't let hearts break;
And don't let children cry;
Before it gets too late
I want to testify.
Rip through the wire
That screens in my window.
Throw open the shade
That covers my mind.
I'm going to touch
I've got to believe -
The bell tolls for me.
- Melissa Etheridge, "Testify"