notes from the underground: my attempt to keep the things I read in my brain
cool metaphors, Sara Groves.Mere have a great start in Barrow.
I have always enjoyed her lyrics. A few of my favorites:"And I wish all the people I love the mostCould gather in one place,And know each other and love each other well.And I wish we could all go camping,And lay beneath the stars,And have nothing to do and stories to tell.We'd sit around the campfireAnd we'd make each other laugh,Remembering when..." Every Minute"Maybe this was made for meFor lying on my back in the middle of a fieldMaybe that's a selfish thoughtOr maybe there's a loving GodMaybe I was made this wayTo think and to reason and to question and to prayAnd I have never prayed a lotBut maybe there's a loving God" Maybe there's a loving GodAnd, "When I am down and need to cry till morning, I know just where I am going. When I'm in need of sweet commiseration To speak out loud. Raise a glass to friendship And to knowing you don't have to go alone. We'll raise out hearts to share each other's burdens On this road. Every burden I have carried, Every joy--it's understood." Twice as Good (I think I want this played at my wedding)Anyhow, just sharing some of the wealth. :)
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