Saturday, March 21, 2009

He Heals Me

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by:
India Arie

He heals me
Told him my biggest secret
And he told me four.
He smiled at me and said, "that makes me love you more"
And then he made me laugh
And I knew it was a sign
That he was a man,
That I wanted in my life

And with every passing day
I feel more and more of that way

He heals me
He knows the real me
And he accepts me, he never hurts me
He heals me
He knows the real me
And he accepts me, he never hurts me
He heals me,
He heals me

I can play him songs, all through the night,
And he will listen to every line,
And even when I'm wrong, he is still kind
He chooses his words wisely when he tells me I'm not right.

And yes he is a beautiful man,
But he is also a beautiful friend

He heals me
He knows the real me
And he accepts me, he never hurts me
He heals me
He knows the real me
And he accepts me, he never hurts me
He heals me

The moment that we met, he made me smile.
He has so much compassion in his eyes
I have no idea, how long he'll be here
A season or a lifetime, forever or a year
But for the first time in my life I'm not worried about the future
Because we have such a wonderful time when we're together
However things turn out, it's all right
Cause he's already changed my life.

He heals me
He knows the real me
And he accepts me, he never hurts me
He heals me
He knows the real me
And he accepts me, he never hurts me
He heals me..........

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Everything that goes up, must come down

Who said that? I don't know. But it's true. So yesterday ended on a low note despite having seen close friends and had some great fun. Today hasn't gotten any better. My low mood is circumstantial and not at all biological in nature (note: I'm not bipolar and I didn't go off my meds. Actually, I don't take meds.) This is all I have for now. Thanks for reading.

I'll leave you with some great lyrics:
Time
heals all wounds
but who can heal
who can heal time?
...

I flipped the hour glass
every time an hour passed
looking back at our past
I see that time is moving fast

The fabric of the universe
that catches every man
who walked around thinking
he had the world in his hands

I don't have it to waste
I don't have it to spare
I would like to spend my time
not having to care
Song title: Time
By: Fat Daddy Has Been
P.S. This song has the best trumpet solo of the entire CD.