Draw me a picture of how you feel inside. She drew the warm shores, the oceans crashing tide. She said I don't know how I feel but this is where I want to be. So won't you take me there and lay down next to me. You could throw me in the ocean, you could tackle me to the sand. You hold my heart in the palm of your hand. Take me to Vegas and we'll find lady luck and I will paint you something beautiful, how 'bout the happier sides of us? You are my gamble but you're the only thing, the only thing, I trust and its because I'll miss you. I wish you had a rhyme or reason, for us to be together- forever. Until the end of time, until your hearts forever mine. I'll miss you, wish you, had a rhyme or reason to say you love me too. Now tears bleed from these wounds you gave me, from the pain flow words thoughtless fake and empty, so where did I go wrong that evening? Times gone by still I find myself believing I miss you. When lady luck she knew the warm shores the crashing tides you drew would somehow paint me next to you." -Matthew Tyler
This song was written for me, when I was in high school; yet, this song rings true in my life still today. My black picture with bursts of color is the only constant as I struggle with the ever changing image. The color represents the times people have came into my life and showed me security and worth, while the overwhelming sense of black makes the color more vivid to the point of complete dispair when I remember that color only fades into gray scars with time.
Consistency builds confidence and allows the gamble to become greater and more sincere. Most would say thats what faith takes over since God is (and should be) the only constant, but without worldly examples this seems impossible, so can a person really understand God's stability and consistency?
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