"With Broken Wings"

Sitting here, trying to figure out
What she has that I've gone without
Trying to move on with my life, but when it comes to you being stuck on rewind
Running ahead to get to first place
But being left behind with dust in my face
Oh the magic of it all
One screw comes loose and the whole tower falls
Tell me again why you don't love me
Was it because when you found me I was on my knees
What a tangled web we weave when we've dirtied all out sheets
Don't ever come back here begging for my heart
You had it once
But you tore it apart
And yet with broken wings this caged bird still sings

P.S. I Love You

The symbolisms are inevitable. Whether it be a love lost by physical death, or emotional death, its there. We all have had a Gerry in our lives and, at one point have had to give them up and move on with our own lives. The path to recovery is a long and narrow road, but the end is really just the beginning. Coming to terms with the reality of losing someone you love deeply does not mean you love them or will love them any less. Its just life’s way of saying its ok to fall in love again, it’s ok to keep living. Like Shakespeare said “All the worlds a stage…and all the men and women are merely players, they have their exists and their entrances...” And while one may never fall in love as hard or deep as they did for the one they lost, they are still able to give love. Knowing that someday they might find “that” look. The look which ends life forever as you know it. The person you once loved soon is locked away and your heart doesn’t hurt so much. And even though that may happen, you will always have a “P.S. I love you” forever on your heart.



Michael Drayton

SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part;
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart
That thus so cleanly I can free;
Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou mightst him yet recover.

Walking in stright lines into 2008

Straight Lines by Silverchair

Breathing from a hole in my lung
I had no one
But faces in front of me
Racing through the void in my head
To find traces of a good luck academy
Sparks ignite and trade them for thought
About no one
And nothing in particular
Washed the sickened socket and drove
Resent nothing
There’s good will inside of me
Wake me up lower the fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I’m a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line
Something I will never forget
I felt desperate
And stuck to the marrow
Invisible to everyone else
I’m a sex change
And a damsel with no heroine
Wake me up lower the fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I’m a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line
I don’t need no time to say
There’s no changing yesterday
If we keep talking and
I keep walking in straight lines
Wake me up lower the fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I’m a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line