Thursday, July 27, 2006
My ticket home
"There's something in the melody
Of a song that I can barely hear
And it resonates, from a place in me
Someplace deeper than the tears
It's funny the wars we choose to fight
Like knowing something is not right
Or knowing when it is?
...the air is warm and sweet
And the flames can't turn
Where the fire has burned
So here is where I'm free.
But I have got my ticket home
And this will be my last song
And there's something rising from my bones
And it calls me out of here."
~from Sandra McCracken's "Ticket Home"
Of a song that I can barely hear
And it resonates, from a place in me
Someplace deeper than the tears
It's funny the wars we choose to fight
Like knowing something is not right
Or knowing when it is?
...the air is warm and sweet
And the flames can't turn
Where the fire has burned
So here is where I'm free.
But I have got my ticket home
And this will be my last song
And there's something rising from my bones
And it calls me out of here."
~from Sandra McCracken's "Ticket Home"