Perimeter of Me
As much as I write, I’m one of those people who actually has a really hard time saying exactly what I mean. You’d think that with all my writing, I’d be really eloquent by now. Strangely enough, it’s almost the more I write, the less I communicate. Occasionally when I’m having a hard time explaining myself, I find a song that does that for me. Or maybe I should say God sends me a song. It always ends up something that says the very things that my heart has been trying to say to my mind. This time, Emily suggested the song by saying it reminded her of me. Since I believe there are so very few people who really know me, when it’s someone who does I tend to listen a lot closer. So Emily sends me this song and it’s all I’ve listened to for about 5 days straight now. It resonates more with me than a song has in a long time. It says what I’ve been trying to pray, but haven’t found the words to say.
So instead of stumbling over my words, trying to tell you what I’m thinking and what I’ve been feeling- I’ll allow lyrics to do that instead.
Perimeter of Me-
Tasha Golden
Your wind is mighty - it bends the backs of trees
Moves among the fields along these Pennsylvania streets
We've come to know as highways - they can take us anywhere
But all we know is where we're going
And how fast we're getting there
Well, the world outside my window is shaming me again
With the things I haven't seen cause I've been writing about them
The sky's a waiting witness to the truth I would possess
But I've forgotten all its mystery in my quest for second best
And I want to live with wider eyes,
There's far too much to see
To think of nothing else
But where I've been and where I'll be
I've been longing for the freedom
That is waiting silently
In the life that's just beyond the small
Perimeter of me
Your rain is mighty, it weathers mountainsides
It raises the Ohio 'til it looks a mile wide
And I think that I have crossed it on this bridge a thousand times
And haven't even seen Your river from the corner of my eyes
Well, I'm frightened by how easy it can be to live so long
Going from one thing to the next thing,
To the next 'til months have gone
And you realize you have really not done anything at all -
At night you fall asleep believing
You've just climbed so you could fall…
And I want to live with wider eyes,
There's far too much to see
To think of nothing else
But where I've been and where I'll be
I've been longing for the freedom
That is waiting silently
In the life that's just beyond the small
Perimeter of me
And I don't believe that who I am
Is something I can find
It's whatever I create
With what I do with all my time
It's who I choose to love
With all my heart and strength and mind -
And whether I believe that what I have
Is really mine…
And I want to live with wider eyes,
There's far too much to see
To think of nothing else
But where I've been and where I'll be
I've been longing for the freedom
That is waiting silently
In the life that's just beyond the small
Perimeter of me
Dividing the Plunder
As much as I write, I’m one of those people who actually has a really hard time saying exactly what I mean. You’d think that with all my writing, I’d be really eloquent by now. Strangely enough, it’s almost the more I write, the less I communicate. Occasionally when I’m having a hard time explaining myself, I find a song that does that for me. Or maybe I should say God sends me a song. It always ends up something that says the very things that my heart has been trying to say to my mind. This time, Emily suggested the song by saying it reminded her of me. Since I believe there are so very few people who really know me, when it’s someone who does I tend to listen a lot closer. So Emily sends me this song and it’s all I’ve listened to for about 5 days straight now. It resonates more with me than a song has in a long time. It says what I’ve been trying to pray, but haven’t found the words to say.
So instead of stumbling over my words, trying to tell you what I’m thinking and what I’ve been feeling- I’ll allow lyrics to do that instead.
Perimeter of Me-
Tasha Golden
Your wind is mighty - it bends the backs of trees
Moves among the fields along these Pennsylvania streets
We've come to know as highways - they can take us anywhere
But all we know is where we're going
And how fast we're getting there
Well, the world outside my window is shaming me again
With the things I haven't seen cause I've been writing about them
The sky's a waiting witness to the truth I would possess
But I've forgotten all its mystery in my quest for second best
And I want to live with wider eyes,
There's far too much to see
To think of nothing else
But where I've been and where I'll be
I've been longing for the freedom
That is waiting silently
In the life that's just beyond the small
Perimeter of me
Your rain is mighty, it weathers mountainsides
It raises the Ohio 'til it looks a mile wide
And I think that I have crossed it on this bridge a thousand times
And haven't even seen Your river from the corner of my eyes
Well, I'm frightened by how easy it can be to live so long
Going from one thing to the next thing,
To the next 'til months have gone
And you realize you have really not done anything at all -
At night you fall asleep believing
You've just climbed so you could fall…
And I want to live with wider eyes,
There's far too much to see
To think of nothing else
But where I've been and where I'll be
I've been longing for the freedom
That is waiting silently
In the life that's just beyond the small
Perimeter of me
And I don't believe that who I am
Is something I can find
It's whatever I create
With what I do with all my time
It's who I choose to love
With all my heart and strength and mind -
And whether I believe that what I have
Is really mine…
And I want to live with wider eyes,
There's far too much to see
To think of nothing else
But where I've been and where I'll be
I've been longing for the freedom
That is waiting silently
In the life that's just beyond the small
Perimeter of me
Dividing the Plunder
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