Give me the heart of you
With all the colours oh so true
You are the one that comes and goes
You are the one that ebbs and flows
When someone asks you to give them your heart or show them how you love, they might not truly appreciate the colours of you, the colours of your heart. They may marvel at how hard you love, how love has been used by people to abuse you. They may marvel at how you had love once, and then you lost it when your love passed away. What sparks the interest of someone to know your heart and its colours anyway? They might be captivated by the things that you do, how you make decisions and how what you say, resonates within the deepest recesses of themselves that they have no idea how you can think and feel that, when they have never uttered a word to a soul, kept their secrets within their own soul until you came along. We flow around people and become what they need us to be.
But you put me back on my feet
You put me back on my feet
Well you put me back on my feet
You put me back on my feet
Have you helped put someone back on their feet? You never really know if you make an impact on somebody until they tell you how much of a difference you have made to their lives. We never really know how much someone means until they pass away and you sit there at their funeral listening to tributes that flow extolling their virtues. We never really know we have put someone back on their feet because we don't notice when they have been knocked down. Are you more inclined to help someone on their feet, or notice their dilemma and walk by? I had a conversation with someone about if there was a car accident and if they would stop to help. He said that he would probably slow down like other motorists to have a look at what was going on but then move past if the accident wasn't directly in his path. The response made me think - is this what we do these days? We witness other people's disasters and just move on to our own destinations. I would like to think that we can help people back on their feet when we can if we have the means to do so.
Give me your sound so sweet
With all the colours in between
You spread love endlessly
You move so gracefully
People shouldn't marvel at how you love. Unless they want to engage in that space with you. They will try to help you out but might get caught in the crossfire of their own good intentions. If you spread your love endlessly, does this mean that you will continue to do so, even when you've been hurt countless times? Yes, maybe. A strong person could do that, a resilient being who understands that to love someone is to take a chance and risk being hurt, but in my opinion, it is definitely better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all. That old adage rings true for me for so many reasons and on so many levels. Is your sound so sweet? Are the things that we say and the people we choose to be in our lives help us to make our sound sweet or are we unaffected and untouched by our environment? Move gracefully and enjoy the moments doing so. Relish the dance and feel your own movements. Audience be damned.
When I hear you it moves me too
Whispers in my ear so gently
So that my soul may live above doubt
So that my life is ever ascending
I would hope that you help to speak life and words of encouragement to those who need it the most. There is nothing more satisfying to me than to come across souls who are able to live beyond and above their own doubt. We tend to look at other people who are doing similar things or who have achieved goals that we are aspiring to achieve. Don't do that. Don't fall into the trap of comparison. Instead, focus on the light at the end of your tunnel. You are running your own marathon of life. We make it a race when we are competing with others. But no. Life isn't like that. I've veered off my marathon sometimes to help others get to where they need to be. Some have been thankful and appreciative, others have abused the love and care and completely forgotten the input. There is no ill will there. There is no regret. There is only proof that when we choose to love, we can see how the power of love can transform other people to be the best version of themselves, with or without you. I know people have been listening to my sound, so I like to reciprocate. I would like to think that in spite of everything, I will always be able to say to those in need, whether they know it or not, give me your sound so sweet, with all the colours in between. . .
With all the colours oh so true
You are the one that comes and goes
You are the one that ebbs and flows
When someone asks you to give them your heart or show them how you love, they might not truly appreciate the colours of you, the colours of your heart. They may marvel at how hard you love, how love has been used by people to abuse you. They may marvel at how you had love once, and then you lost it when your love passed away. What sparks the interest of someone to know your heart and its colours anyway? They might be captivated by the things that you do, how you make decisions and how what you say, resonates within the deepest recesses of themselves that they have no idea how you can think and feel that, when they have never uttered a word to a soul, kept their secrets within their own soul until you came along. We flow around people and become what they need us to be.
But you put me back on my feet
You put me back on my feet
Well you put me back on my feet
You put me back on my feet
Have you helped put someone back on their feet? You never really know if you make an impact on somebody until they tell you how much of a difference you have made to their lives. We never really know how much someone means until they pass away and you sit there at their funeral listening to tributes that flow extolling their virtues. We never really know we have put someone back on their feet because we don't notice when they have been knocked down. Are you more inclined to help someone on their feet, or notice their dilemma and walk by? I had a conversation with someone about if there was a car accident and if they would stop to help. He said that he would probably slow down like other motorists to have a look at what was going on but then move past if the accident wasn't directly in his path. The response made me think - is this what we do these days? We witness other people's disasters and just move on to our own destinations. I would like to think that we can help people back on their feet when we can if we have the means to do so.
Give me your sound so sweet
With all the colours in between
You spread love endlessly
You move so gracefully
People shouldn't marvel at how you love. Unless they want to engage in that space with you. They will try to help you out but might get caught in the crossfire of their own good intentions. If you spread your love endlessly, does this mean that you will continue to do so, even when you've been hurt countless times? Yes, maybe. A strong person could do that, a resilient being who understands that to love someone is to take a chance and risk being hurt, but in my opinion, it is definitely better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all. That old adage rings true for me for so many reasons and on so many levels. Is your sound so sweet? Are the things that we say and the people we choose to be in our lives help us to make our sound sweet or are we unaffected and untouched by our environment? Move gracefully and enjoy the moments doing so. Relish the dance and feel your own movements. Audience be damned.
When I hear you it moves me too
Whispers in my ear so gently
So that my soul may live above doubt
So that my life is ever ascending
I would hope that you help to speak life and words of encouragement to those who need it the most. There is nothing more satisfying to me than to come across souls who are able to live beyond and above their own doubt. We tend to look at other people who are doing similar things or who have achieved goals that we are aspiring to achieve. Don't do that. Don't fall into the trap of comparison. Instead, focus on the light at the end of your tunnel. You are running your own marathon of life. We make it a race when we are competing with others. But no. Life isn't like that. I've veered off my marathon sometimes to help others get to where they need to be. Some have been thankful and appreciative, others have abused the love and care and completely forgotten the input. There is no ill will there. There is no regret. There is only proof that when we choose to love, we can see how the power of love can transform other people to be the best version of themselves, with or without you. I know people have been listening to my sound, so I like to reciprocate. I would like to think that in spite of everything, I will always be able to say to those in need, whether they know it or not, give me your sound so sweet, with all the colours in between. . .