Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Bowl of Oranges

This is what a broken ipod does!

This song will NOT get out of my head. I love it but since the ipod is broken I can't hear it. Yeaa everyone should feel SO sorry for me b/c the ipod is broke hahaha. Ok as a reward for reading my dumb jokes, read this song and it'll make you smile. Too bad my Ipod wouldn't smiilleee!! but seriously- read the song haha

The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed.
There was a loophole in my dreaming, so I got out of it and to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me-The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said " there is nothing I can do for you that you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...Baby don't worry. Cause now I got your back.
And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh.
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve.
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.




See it makes you smile : ) Okay I'll write more later.. just wanted to share a nice song with you

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