Lyrics How can you see into my eyes, like open doors Leading you down into my core Where I’ve become so numb Without a soul My spirit’s sleeping somewhere cold Until you find it there and lead it back home Wake me up inside (save me) Call my name and save me from the dark (wake me up) Bid my blood to run (I can’t wake up) Before I come undone (save me) Save me from the nothing I’ve become Now that I know what I’m without You can’t just leave me Breathe into me and make me real Bring me to life Wake me up inside (save me) Call my name and save me from the dark (wake me up) Bid my blood to run (I can’t wake up) Before I come undone (save me) Save me from the nothing I’ve become Bring me to life I’ve been living a lie There’s nothing inside Bring me to life Frozen inside without your touch Without your love, darling Only you are the life among the dead All this time, I can’t believe I couldn’t see Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems I’ve got to open my eyes to everything Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul Don’t let me die here There must be something wrong, bring me to life Wake me up inside (save me) Call my name and save me from the dark (wake me up) Bid my blood to run (I can’t wake up) Before I come undone (save me) Save me from the nothing I’ve become Bring me to life I’ve been living a lie There’s nothing inside Bring me to life
My Two Cents I think that we have a part of us that questions if we even have a reason to go on. Not meaning die, but just change who we have become. A reason to be more. The person the song is talking to could be anyone, but I half wonder if she is not begging herself. Just wishing for a chance to become something more.
Those who follow me probably noticed that I have been awol for a few days – nearly two weeks… That is because I went on a vacation. I visited my parents, my brother, and my son and his youngest son. The poem in the picture is one that I wrote as a child and my dad held onto. Next week I will be back to posting, and I am hoping to be back on track… But I wanted to enjoy the family time, as it is a rare beast.
William Butler Yeats one of the greatest poets of the 20th century, was born at Sandymount, Ireland. on 13 June 1865 The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water I heard the old, old men say,“Everything alters,And one by one we drop away.”They had hands like claws, and their kneesWere twisted like the old thorn-treesBy […]
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What happens when you’re so used to avoiding the pain?You become so good at steering away from anything uncomfortable.Shiny new objects will always seem more interesting. You avoid your grief and follow temporary happiness. What happens when it all goes? When that temporary happiness passes, you’re left with the grief you never faced and with […]
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