Blindsided

I wrote this song two years ago during a very dark season. Strangely enough, I find the words comforting today. It’s all about perspective I suppose. It has a melody, but hasn’t been arranged yet. I hope that perhaps you might find something in there comforting as well.

Maggie Lee

I haven’t any helpful words,
I haven’t any wisdom left to give.
It is what it is.

Our hearts are marred by circumstance,
And selfish acts can break our past,
And leave valleys to climb.

I don’t pretend to know the why,
I can’t go back and change the time,
But I can stay for a while.

If there’s any consolation here,
I pray you find it soon my dear
And that it surrounds you tonight.

The words that we have lifted up,
Will never fall back down unheard.

The words that we have lifted up,
Will never fall back down unheard.

The words that we have lifted up
Will never fall back down.

Time

There never seems to be enough.
Not enough to really hold someone,
Not enough to share stories, memories and laughter.

It doesn’t move at an acceptable speed.
It crawls by when waiting for a prognosis, a grade, a bud opening into a full blown bloom.

And yet,
It flies by.
You bring a warm little bundle home from the hospital,
And the next thing you know they are beginning a new journey in school.
Then they are finishing school and beginning a new journey entirely.
Their own. Away from you.

It tries to heal wounds and hearts.
It doesn’t always.
Never entirely.


It separates.
It divides.
It erases.

Supply doesn’t match demand.
There is not enough to accomplish everything we think we need to do.
It doesn’t care if we are miserable.
It is relentless.
Not even stopping when your world is broken into a million desperate pieces.


For all its flaws and aggravations,
At least we can say that it’s consistent.
In short supply.
Slow.
Fast.
But always considerately consistent.

The journey begins...

I love to write, but I don't do it nearly as often as I should. I tend to have a running dialogue in my head the majority of the time of perfectly clever conversations between witty characters. Other times, I find that current circumstances should be shared, if for no other reason than to give someone else a smile or even a little chuckle. And, sometimes, I find that writing lightens a heavy heart or helps provide clarity in the middle of a difficult situation. There is joy and amusement to be found in words purposely strung together. This shall be my attempt to string along the right combinations and hopefully have some fun while doing so.

For my first post, a song in the works. I don't know where it's going and I don't have to. I only have a chorus, but I like it very much:

We're all breakable,
every one of us.
There isn't anyone
who remains untouched.
By frailty,
of some degree.
We're all capable
of breaking.