In the Winding Down Hours I Let Your Heart Down Again Lyrics
Self Care Sun
JUST WRITE!
Recently in our lovely customs, we, as poets, have been collaborating to create dazzler. Nosotros have shared sadness and joy. Nosotros accept supported others through crisis and sadness and pain and doubtfulness and when they simply need to hear that they are loved and that someone truly cares.
Nosotros accept written anthems of love and support for the plight of the people in the Ukraine. We accept toiled to create Haiku that in very few words, speak of oceans of sadness and the countless reaches of dazzler and joy.
Nosotros take been learning new skills and meeting new friends. We accept been sharing our love of poetry and humanity, in means that inspire and uplift. Every day we achieve out to people who demand a reminder of their strength, their dazzler and the wonderful souls that they share with us each day and each nighttime.
And in the groundwork, many of us are coming to the party with a plethora of untold stories, the depths of which have created an internal anguish, an unrelenting need, not merely to write, only also a need to somehow, set our thoughts complimentary. To release them into the terrifying atmosphere of internet, empty space, judgemental space, and fifty-fifty, hostile space (AKA Social Media). As if setting them free, might too fix u.s. free.
Many people dream of this, but are besides afraid or too lacking in self confidence. They accept pages of words written over years about everything from heartbreak, to grief, to trauma in all its many forms, to loneliness, to happiness, to wonder, to hurting, to flowers, and to rain.
Little by little, in a safe infinite, something starts to shift. Something that once whispered to us, starts to speak, and and then to shout, and and then to sing. Something starts to feel right about embracing our truthful selves, near setting our souls free, about flight out of the darkness, into the light, on the wings of our verse.
So hither nosotros are now, a fledgling community, learning from each other in so many different means. Finally starting time to be true to ourselves. Beginning to wear our poetic souls like a soldier wears a medal, or to let our pride soar the way a parent's middle soars with pride for their child. And so many journeys are hard earned and non always understood, even so for each ane of us who achieves something for which we strive, this is withal, a badge of honour.
Yous may exist wondering where on earth I am going with this (fair call — I have a tendency to constitutional!).
And then where I am going is correct hither: For poets, poetry is non something we read or write just 'for fun', or to feel more exalted amongst the 'literary crowd'. Information technology is a role of us, integral to who we are. It breathes life into our hearts and our souls. It is the music of our very existence, the moon and the stars in our skies, raindrops and sunshine, snowdrifts and wind, heartbreak and joy, truth and lies, dearest and loss and endless fields of possibilities.
How ironic is it that a community of people (many of whom suffer from trauma, piece of work with trauma, understand the dark depths of trauma), process some of what that means to them, by creating a affair of beauty? No matter how light or dark our work is, there is always dazzler in our creations. We create through the unabridged spectrum of emotions, the seasons, the lord's day and the moon, the heaven and the clouds, the rain and wind, life and death, ghosts and memories, hurting and suffering, joy and loss. We challenge and we question. Nosotros are nowadays in our work as we create it.
But make no fault, the poesy is within u.s., we are not within our poesy. We are the conduit. The estuary. The rivers that atomic number 82 to the sea, where all that we create, is released, joyously costless, to flow wherever information technology wishes to exist.
So, what is this strange animate being of which I speak? This 'poetry' beast?
This, my beloved friends, this is our therapy. This is our self care.
Hither is where we search deep within ourselves and find the things of dazzler, the painful things, the silly things, the sorry things, the unspoken things, the joyous things, the things that lift us up, the things that hold us back, keep us down, forestall us, from flying gratuitous.
And so this calendar week, where I am going with this, is that we take inside our hands, the well-nigh powerful cocky intendance tool ever created in any place, in any time, in any space, in whatsoever situation. We have our metaphorical quills, our pens, our ink. We draw our poetry from our very veins. Nosotros do non need any other tools or resource. We have what nosotros demand, deep inside ourselves, to put our metaphorical ink to our metaphorical parchment, and to bleed our words into eternity.
Poet and doc Rafel Campo, M.D., writes "Reading or writing poetry creates a space for empathy, for seeing some other person, for begetting witness to our common humanity" and "Empathy is essential for our survival . . . without empathy, how would nosotros heal?" He says in a talk for TEDxCambridge. "When nosotros hear rhythmic language and recite poetry, our bodies interpret crude sensory data into nuanced knowing . . . feeling becomes significant"
The National Association for Poesy Therapy writes: "The benefits of verse therapy include increased self and interpersonal sensation, increased sense of validation in voicing 1'due south truth, and an enhanced capacity to capture and reframe significant life stories,"
As nosotros have discussed in previous weeks, it is easy to non pay attention to the signs that we need to be kinder to and/or give priority to ourselves. We have lives that are filled with so many things that are so ' much more than important than looking after ourselves' . We have jobs, partners, children, parents, friends, pets, neighbours, dishes, washing, cleaning, plants, trees, birds, bees ( insert relevant things more of import than u.s.a. right here )….
I fully admit that we accept many demands that we accept pay attention to and/or in some manner take care of, if not for ourselves, peradventure for others. However, as I have written before, how well can we do this if we are depleted, if nosotros are defeated?
There is a poetry collection chosen 'Through The Soil In my Peel" past Astrid. In her poem "xi:11", Astrid talks nearly beingness a poet. She is writing from her perspective as a woman, but her message is applicable no matter if you lot are male, female, not binary, or however you lot place in your life:
11:eleven
"Today I choose myself. I will be a healed woman
who smiles in the mirror as a reminder.
My hips will dance to a rhythm of hope. Trust my torso
is condom. Believe it is beautiful similar a dove released from it's cage.
I volition climb out of bed in the mornings
I am crumbling. Give thanks myself for a new day.
Celebrate the three steps forward after two steps back,
because there is one step nonetheless worth appreciating.
There is a magenta sunset waiting, and this is a sign
to meet it. Progress is laughter after the insult, a deep jiff
earlier a meltdown, the fight during a flight response.
I'thousand a falling star fluorescent in the sky and when I crash
I will state on Venus, rising beyond Aphrodite dreams.
the indigo child rebirthed from the ocean,
flying on the back of a swan's wings. I will close my eyes.
Experience my hair blowing in the wind.
Cry rivers to cleanse my spirit. The rose within will ascension
From ashes to ashes, grit to dust through the soil in my pare
for Earth to encounter. The oracle in my sun, the gaze in my moon.
from this day forward, I promise to have and hold myself whole."
This poem is essentially near choosing ourselves.
As poets, nosotros write for a reason and sometimes, we exercise not process what that reason is. But it is there, cached deeply in our words. Whether we intend to do so or not, we are practising self care when we write. So our claiming is to become more deliberate in our intentions. When we do not feel like facing the world, when things feel too much for us to deal with, we must consciously make up one's mind to write. We must resist that urge to do whatsoever we individually do, to hibernate from the thing that ails u.s.a.. Bring that thing into the light, even if it is just for us at that moment. Write information technology happy or sad or angry or lost. Write it in whatsoever way you need to write it, to ready information technology free.
Cocky care must exist a practice. We must be consequent. Exercise nosotros feel better when nosotros we write? If no, and then skip this whole proposal. If yes, then lock it in. Write about your pain, your fears, the things you love, the things you take lost, the things you dare to wish for, the unspoken things, the beautiful things, the conditions, the world, the mean solar day, the night, your hopes, your dreams, your desires, your dislikes….JUST WRITE! Y'all do non need to share what you write, but if you experience yous have a condom space to exercise and then, ready that winged creature free!
Whatever your daily obligations are, or your weekly obligations, make a fourth dimension each day or each week to sit and ruminate on what you want to release. If y'all can metaphorically ship the things that are whispering in your middle or your head or in your very soul, on a journey from the deep, nighttime places where you have locked them away, into the safe light of a supportive space, where people who speak your language volition empathise, and as a result you may feel lighter and perhaps a little unburdened by the human activity…..Exercise It! Exercise it regularly.
Don't do it hoping for annihilation but that you lot accept set that affair gratuitous. That you have fix yourself complimentary. That it is no longer a burden but a beautiful bird or butterfly, that is at present flight in open up infinite and enjoying the sunshine and the air current beneath their wings, just as y'all should be, just as you will be.
Cocky intendance is not reactionary, information technology must be a regular and deliberate practice. Then if you are a poet, how absurd is it that you have a ready fabricated cocky care regime that all you have to do to become started is make a commitment…even in one case a calendar week…a delivery to set up the things that are hiding inside of you costless, to set yourself free? The hardest part of doing this is making the fourth dimension to do so, and and then showing upwardly for yourself. Yeah you read that correctly, SHOW Upwards FOR YOURSELF!
Some other bonus for poets, is that while self care may at times exist badged as 'selfish' and sometimes, every bit something that is done in isolation (some kind of introverted activity), as poets, nosotros tin can actually share our introverted activity, the fruits of our self care, with others and benefit from the back up of community in ways that are non available to those who exercise self care via bubble baths (for example!) — yes yeah I know — it's getting old!
And so this week, it is my gift to you, to share some music/lyrics past poets, (sometimes the poets are the singers, other times the songwriters are the poets, sometimes the singer is both) starting with Leonard Cohen (I know I featured him last week but this is an epic poetic piece and reflects a lot of the thoughts I scribbled above)!
I accept not counted nor limited my choices and y'all can feel free to watch or not watch equally it suits you lot, but these brand my heart happy and I hope that they provide a brief window of joy for you too and remind you of what we do! If y'all only accept time for one, go far the start i, it will exist the most wonderful 8 minutes in your day, I promise! If you but have fourth dimension for two, add together the last one, which has been a song that since I was a teenager I felt strongly reflected the poet hidden within of me that was aching to fly like like an eagle and to exist seen. Ever since I was that teenager I have told everyone I know that whilst I don't like funerals, I know that I will stop upwards having 1 and this vocal is the song I want played. I saw Russell Morris play this live for the offset time at the end of 2020 before Covid hitting and I honestly cried with joy to accept been able to feel information technology before I die! (information technology was released in 1972 when I was 12 and not yet in Australia)
I highly recommend that you make time to listen to them all and reflect on how your verse might requite joy to others in the style it gives joy to you, and in the way these songs have done for and then many people over the decades!
I accept included lyrics after each video link for anyone who cannot watch or listen.
On a final note, one of these songs includes the phrase "Love will be the souvenir you requite yourself". The very essence of self care!
Lyrics
The birds they sang
At the break of mean solar day
Starting time over again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed abroad
Or what is all the same to be
Ah, the wars they volition be fought again
The holy dove, she volition be caught again
Bought and sold, and bought again
The dove is never gratuitous
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offer
There is a fissure, a fissure in everything
That's how the light gets in
Nosotros asked for signs
The signs were sent
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Yeah, and the widowhood
Of every government
Signs for all to see
I can't run no more than
With that lawless oversupply
While the killers in high places
Say their prayers out loud
Merely they've summoned, they've summoned up
A thundercloud
They're going to hear from me
Ring the bells that all the same can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a fissure in everything
That'southward how the calorie-free gets in
Y'all can add together up the parts
But you lot won't have the sum
You can strike up the march
In that location is no drum
Every eye, every centre
To love volition come up
But like a refugee
Band the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
In that location is a fissure, a fissure in everything
That's how the light gets in
Band the bells that withal tin can ring
Forget your perfect offering
In that location is a fissure, a cleft in everything
That's how the low-cal gets in
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
Songwriter: Leonard Cohen
This is not Bob's most poetic song lyrically, but it is beautiful and iconic and despite the repetition it feels similar much more is being said just within the music itself (also he has Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers with him for this 1)! Yous will note that Bob sings slightly different lyrics than set out hereunder in this version — he is known for doing that!
Lyrics
Mama accept this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
Information technology's getting nighttime too night to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven'southward door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'due south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky's door, eh yep
Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven'southward door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'due south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky'south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'due south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky'due south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'southward door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, wow oh yeah
Songwriter: Bob Dylan
Knockin' On Sky'due south Door lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics
Howdy darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you once more
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my encephalon
Even so remains
Within the audio of silence
In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That dissever the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten yard people, maybe more than
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You practice not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might accomplish you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they fabricated
And the sign flashed out its alarm
In the words that it was forming
And then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls
In tenement halls"
And whispered in the sound of silence
Songwriter: Paul Simon
The Sound of Silence lyrics © Paul Simon Music
Lyrics
Imagine there's no heaven
It'south like shooting fish in a barrel if you try
No hell below us
Above usa only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today, I
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'thou a dreamer
But I'm not the only 1
I hope anytime you'll join united states
And the world volition be equally one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A alliance of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world, you
Y'all may say I'k a dreamer
But I'one thousand not the only one
I hope anytime you'll join the states
And the world will live as one
Songwriter: John Lennon
Imagine lyrics © Lenono Music
Lyrics
Honey me, dearest me, beloved me, love me
Say you do
Allow me fly away
With you
For my dear is like
The wind
And wild is the wind
Wild is the air current
Requite me more
Than one caress
Satisfy this
Hungriness
Let the wind
Accident through your heart
For wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You
Bear upon me
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You
Kiss me
With your kiss
My life begins
You're spring to me
All things
To me
Don't you know you're
Life itself
Similar a leaf clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we're like creatures
Of the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You
Touch me
I hear the audio
Of mandolins
You
Buss me
With your osculation
My life begins
Y'all're spring to me
All things
To me
Don't you lot know yous're
Life itself
Like a leaf clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For nosotros're like creatures
In the air current
And wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the current of air
Wild is the wind
Songwriters: Dimitri Tiomkin / Ned Washington
Wild Is the Wind lyrics © Reservoir Media Management Inc, Universal Music Publishing Grouping, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
Lyrics
I'm scared
So afraid to testify I care
Will he recollect me weak
If I tremble when I speak?
Ooh, what if
There'southward another ane he'southward thinking of?
Perhaps he's in love
I'd feel like a fool
Life tin exist so barbarous
I don't know what to do
I've been there
With my eye out in my hand
But what yous must sympathize
You tin can't let the hazard
To love him pass you past
Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Achieve out to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft and sweet
I'll agree him shut to feel his heart beat out
Love will be the gift y'all give yourself
Touch him (ooh)
With the gentleness you lot feel inside (I experience it)
Your love can't be denied
The truth volition set up you free
Y'all'll take what'due south meant to exist
All in time you'll encounter
Ooh, I dear him (and so show him)
Of that much I tin can be sure (concord him close to you)
I don't call up I could endure
If I let him walk away
When I have and so much to say
Tell him
Tell him that the sunday and moon
Rising in his eyes
Accomplish out to him
And whisper
Tender words then soft and sugariness
Concur him close to experience his heart trounce
Love will be the gift you give yourself
Love is light that surely glows
In the hearts of those who know
Information technology'south a steady flame that grows
Feed the fire with all the passion you can show
Tonight love volition assume its place
This memory time cannot erase
Your faith will pb love where it has to become
Tell him
Tell him that the lord's day and moon
Ascent in his optics
Accomplish out to him
And whisper
Whisper words so soft and sweetness
Agree him close to feel his heart vanquish
Dear will be the gift you give yourself, ooh
Never let him become
Songwriters: David Foster / Linda Thomson / Walter Afanasieff
Tell Him lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
Lyrics
(Plow around)
Every at present so
I get a little bit lone
And y'all're never coming round
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I go a piffling bit tired
Of listening to the sound of my tears
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone past
(Turn effectually)
Every at present and then I become a little bit terrified
And so I see the look in your eyes
(Plough effectually, bright eyes)
Every at present and and so I fall autonomously
(Turn around, brilliant optics)
Every at present and then
I fall apart
(Plough around)
Every now and then
I get a piffling bit restless
And I dream of something wild
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little fleck helpless
And I'm lying like a kid in your artillery
(Plough around)
Every now and then
I get a piddling flake angry
And I know I've got to get out and cry
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I go a little bit terrified
But and then I see the await in your optics
(Plough around, vivid optics)
Every now and then
I fall apart
Turn around, bright eyes
Every now and and so
I fall autonomously
And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you only concur me tight
Nosotros'll exist holding on forever
And we'll merely be making information technology right
'Cause we'll never be wrong
Together we can take it to the finish of the line
Your dearest is similar a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)
I don't know what to do and I'k always in the nighttime
We're living in a pulverization keg and giving off sparks
I actually need yous tonight
Forever'south gonna start this evening
(Forever'south gonna start this night)
In one case upon a time I was falling in beloved
Merely at present I'm only falling apart
At that place's zilch I can exercise
A total eclipse of the eye
Once upon a time in that location was light in my life
But now there'due south merely dearest in the nighttime
Aught I tin can say
A total eclipse of the heart
[Instrumental interlude]
(Turn effectually, bright eyes)
(Turn around, bright eyes)
(Plow around)
Every at present and and so
I know you'll never be the male child
You always wanted to be
(Turn around)
But every at present and then
I know you'll always be the only boy
Who wanted me the manner that I am
(Turn around)
Every at present and and so
I know there'southward no one in the universe
As magical and wondrous as you
(Turn effectually)
Every now and and so
I know there'southward nothing whatever amend
There'southward nothing that I merely wouldn't do
(Plow effectually, bright optics)
Every now and then I autumn apart
(Turn around, bright eyes)
Every now so I fall apart
And I demand you lot now tonight
And I need you more than always
And if you simply hold me tight
We'll be belongings on forever
And we'll only be making it right
'Cause we'll never be wrong
Together we can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)
I don't know what to do
I'grand always in the night
Living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever'south gonna start tonight
(Forever'due south gonna first this night)
Once upon a fourth dimension I was falling in love
Just at present I'one thousand just falling autonomously
There's cypher I tin practice
A total eclipse of the middle
Once upon a fourth dimension there was light in my life
But now there'due south simply love in the nighttime
Nothing I tin can say
A total eclipse of the heart
A total eclipse of the heart
A total eclipse of the eye
(Plough around, bright optics)
(Turn around, bright eyes)
(Turn around)
Songwriter: Jim Steinman
Lyrics
The falling leaves migrate past my window
The falling leaves of red and gilded
I see your lips the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to agree
Since yous went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear onetime winter'due south vocal
But I miss you almost of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Since you went away the days abound long
And presently I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves first to autumn
I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves outset to fall
Songwriters: Francesco Magnelli / Gianni Maroccolo / Giorgio Canali / Giovanni Lindo Ferretti / Massimo Zamboni
Autumn Leaves lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics
The commencement time e'er I saw your face
I thought the dominicus rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies, my beloved
To the nighttime and the endless skies
And the offset fourth dimension ever I kissed your rima oris
I felt the earth motility in my hand
Like the trembling centre of a captive bird
That was at that place at my command, my love
And the commencement fourth dimension always I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And concluding 'til the end of time my love
The get-go time ever I saw your face
Your face, your face up, your face up
Songwriter: Ewan Maccoll
The Starting time Time Ever I Saw Your Face lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Grouping
Lyrics
I run into trees of green, blood-red roses as well
I run into them bloom for me and y'all
And I recollect to myself what a wonderful world.
I meet skies of blue and clouds of white
The vivid blest day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the heaven
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands maxim how practise you do
They're actually saying I love y'all.
I hear babies crying, I spotter them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I recollect to myself what a wonderful world
Yeah I remember to myself what a wonderful world.
Songwriters: Bob Thiele / George David Weiss / George Douglas
What a Wonderful World lyrics © Range Road Music Inc., Quartet Music, Quartet Music Inc
Lyrics
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
It must accept been cold at that place in my shadow
To never accept sunlight on your confront
You were content to let me shine, that's your fashion
You always walked a step backside
So I was the ane with all the glory
While y'all were the one with all the strength
A beautiful face without a name for so long
A cute smiling to hide the pain
Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be?
I tin can fly college than an eagle
For y'all are the current of air beneath my wings
It might have appeared to get unnoticed
Just I've got it all here in my eye
I want y'all to know I know the truth, of course I know it
I would be nothing without you
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be
I could fly college than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
Did I always tell y'all you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle
For yous are the wind beneath my wings
'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings
Oh, the wind beneath my wings
Y'all, you, you, y'all are the wind beneath my wings
Fly, fly, fly abroad, you let me fly so high
Oh, you, y'all, y'all, the current of air beneath my wings
Oh, you, you lot, yous, the wind beneath my wings
Fly, wing, fly high against the sky
And so high I nigh affect the sky
Cheers, thank you
Thank God for you lot, the wind below my wings
Songwriters: Jeff Silbar / Larry Henley
Air current Beneath My Wings lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
Lyrics
Well I'm looking out at an clouded sky in the morning
I tin hear the alert as it calls to you
Equally the birds migrate and the current of air is raised
I come across the hawkeye soaring
Although I'm just a pawn in nature'due south game like you
Wah hoo wah hoo, wah hoo …
On the wings of an hawkeye I find myself lifted through the skies
Lifted upwardly above the world to meet
On the wings of an eagle I observe myself lifted through the skies
Lifted up above the world to see
Can y'all see me? Can you see me?
As the days roll on and the nights get long
The changing of the seasons
The falling autumn leaves they bring me downward
They bring me downwards, they bring me down
Do you lot lose your style in the middle of the day
Practise you see your brother itch?
And all the while he'southward calling out for help from you
Wah hoo wah hoo, wah hoo …
On the wings of an eagle I find myself lifted through the skies
Lifted upwards above the world to encounter
On the wings of an hawkeye I find myself lifted through the skies
Lifted up in a higher place the world to see
Can you see me? Can you see me?
Tin y'all see me? Tin can you see me?
Can you see me? Can you encounter me?
Can you lot see me? Can you see me?
Songwriter: Russell Morris
Wings of an Eagle lyrics © Mushroom Music Pty. Ltd., Mushroom Music Pty Ltd
Source: https://medium.com/move-me-poetry/self-care-sunday-66e34d38f10c
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