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things left unsaid

November 21, 2007

Right now, I’m stuck on this song….there are a few things really weird about that.  1) It’s not often that I obsess over a song; 2) this is by a Christian Metal band…I don’t really listen to Metal, even Christian Metal….ok, I know I said a few, but it’s just a couple.

Here are the lyrics…I’ll throw my thoughts at the end….


It’s just a matter of time a few days ago
I saw you, you were fine
Remembering what you said
About the book you read
The one I got you
The Beginning of the End

Oh how we’d talk
For hours upon end
What I give
Just to do it again

But you’re lying there
In this hospital bed
Won’t you open you eyes
And let’s talk once again

If you fly away tonight
I want to tell you that I love you
I hope that you can hear me
I hope that you can feel me
If you fly away tonight
I want to tell you that I’m sorry
That I never told you
When we were face to face

Well I’ve been here all night
And I’m watching you
Breathe in and breathe out
Is it really you
Or just a machine
That’s giving you life
And it’s making seem
That there could be hope
I could say to your face
If it weren’t for you
That there would be no grace
That’s covered my life
You took the time
To speak into my mind
And my heart
Words of life

So goodbye for now
And I’ll see you again
Some way, somehow
When it’s my turn
To go to the other side
I’ll hold you again
And melt at your smile
Now all I have
Are the ones that I’m with
And you taught me not
To take for granted
The time that we have
To show that we care
Speak into their minds
And their hearts
While their here
And say I love you

A phone call in the early morning hours….a shocking revelation on Monday at school…word recieved in the middle of the day of the fate of a missing classmate…a phone call while on your way home from a “mountain-top” experience…How many times do we see people and assume that we’ll see them again? I need both hands to count the unexpected losses I’ve experience in 28 years….It’s the little things we remember, good or bad.  The seemingly insignificant gift given…the harsh word spoken all too quickly.  On my birthday, I’m reminded of my birthday ten years ago.  I was turning 18 and had an all-day rehearsal that day.  My mom went and got me ballons and a gift and all.  I had to take it with me to rehearsal, and yeah, it was kinda embarassing, but it was my mom…it was special…….and I treasure that memory even more now……Too many times we don’t realize what we have until we lose it.  My mom used to be able to give me a hug at the end of a particularly crappy day, and in those few precious seconds, everything was alright again.  I’d give anything to have just one more of those hugs….I can’t write anymore right now………maybe I’ll write more later……

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