Now the age of God is dead
And the dreams we’ve clung to
trying to stay young
have left us parched and old instead.
When my courage crumbles
When I feel confused and frail
When my spirit falters
On decaying alters
And my illusions fail
I Go On
Right Then.
I Go On
Again.
I Go On To Say.
I Will Celebrate Another Day.
I Go On.
If Tommorrow tumbles
And everything I love is gone.
I will face regretOf my days and yet
I will still Go On.
BERNSTEIN CENTURY MASS, SONG 8
7 Comments:
Take it
To the limit
One more time...
The Eagles
By
Paul, at
12:31 PM
MB: Where'd ya go this time??
By
Paul, at
6:19 AM
MARYBETH- I FOUND YOU!!!!
I have been thinking of you,but couldn't find your blog address. Hooray I am here again!!! Very excited, can tell?
Beautiful hymn. At first I thought it was a poem you'd written, and of course, was marvelling at your prodigal talent :)
Still think you're a prodigal talent!
Ooooh, so glad I'm here again.
Creative wishes,
Krystin
By
Krystin Clark, at
10:19 PM
Pssst... I miss you and stuff.
Lois Lane
By
Lois Lane, at
2:33 PM
"we are strangers, even to ourselves"
-Mirabeau D'Ellianoi
By
steven edward streight, at
8:52 PM
"All my memories
Gather round her
Desert blogger, stranger to
blue water.
Dark and dusty, no post for a while
Missing all her blog-shine
Tear drop in my eye,
Mary Beth,
Where'd ya go,
Here's the place,
You belong..."
I could go on, but this has probably been more than enough...
By
Paul, at
6:22 AM
I keep checking and checking. From now on, I will leave my signature sad face only. :(
Lois Lane
By
Lois Lane, at
7:01 AM
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