Re-post

I was thinking of this song today...bits and pieces of it coming to me like dust on a sunbeam. I kept trying to google what I remembered of it, and nothing came up. I thought I had blogged it, but couldn't find that either. Then I remembered the line, "soft like the woman, with the fight of a thousand men" and was able to find the song. I am reposting, as it seems only Lorraine caught it last time :)

♫Lay me down on
shores of the whitest sand
soft like that woman
with the fight of a thousand men

and if you hold the key
would you set me free?
if you hold the key
would you set me free?

I'm screaming to God
‘would you come and save
what you've either forgot
or you're strengthening
I've finally paid the toll
and it's all open road
just trying to find a home
take me home'

Violet iris
and lilies in bloom for spring
enticing—the silence
a song that we all can sing

and if you hold the key
would you set me free?
if you hold the key
would you set me free?

I'm screaming to God
‘would you come and save
what you've either forgot
or you're strengthening
I've finally paid the toll
and it's all open road
just trying to find a home
take me home'

We're tired and changing
heartbeats are fading
our days are numbered
the clocks, they keep ticking
I've been deserted,
my feelings perverted
by a pissed off and ripped off machine cycle circus
when we look in the mirror
it shatters with shame
our faces are bloody
and sour with disdain
I have seen what you are
and I have seen who I am
and we are desperate, we're desperate, we're desperate
for home…
home….

lay me down on
shores of the whitest sand
soft like that woman
with the fight of a thousand men.♫


(I LOVE this song. Matthew Mayfield began as part of the band Moses Mayfield, and he hits me somewhere most artists can't reach.)

when i say take me

now...home...now

it is not a suicidal reckoning

of an irreconcilable sorrow

though surely there have been

those

endured for this...

strengthening

rather an unquenchable desire

for open road

unearthly

teal moonlit path across 

terracotta seas, impossibly glassy

my open road

has always been water

and there is a place

i might walk it

home

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