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In Life's Lessons, Songs with Substance

Life Uncommon

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remoteImage-25This morning I read Liar (Part One ) by Sweetiegirlz (Thanks Pat) and this song started  playing in my head, over and over again, it played.  The lyrics are that which I wish I could sing to all children who find themselves in scary times, times of abuse, poverty, sadness and horror. Instead I sing it to the world in hope that it hears me, hears the message of hope, of hanging on and fighting for another day.

Perhaps I am a bit nostalgic, perhaps I am now just able to sit back and look at the big full picture and see all the puzzle pieces come together like a huge patch work quilt.

Sometimes the little girl within cries, she cries for a childhood she never got to have, for the love she never had and for the injustice of it all.

Sometimes that little girl reaches out and plays with other kids as if she were them, their age, giggling, laughing and doing duck walks.

Sometimes she cries for the other little kids she can’t help or save from the pain.

See, I know I can’t save anyone and most definitely I won’t be able to save all the children in this world nor will I be able to ever prevent the horrors they go through… but… perhaps we can show them that it is possible to survive, that it is possible to be all that you want to be, to break free and show them the strength that lies within them.

I wish I was a superhero not for the fame but rather just so that I would be able to zoom all of these kids to a better safer place… hmm and no there would be no underwear on top!

So to all those who have experienced hard times, trauma, harsh pasts, abuse of any kind… tell your stories, share your experiences and set your words free for they will show others that no matter what it’s possible to live, to survive and to rebuild themselves.

If you don’t want to do it on your current blog create a separate one, do what ever you need to do just get it off your chest and into the sphere… each word saves a life, that is fact and I am testament to it.

don’t worry mother, it’ll be alright
and don’t worry sister, say your prayers and sleep tight
it’ll be fine lover of mine
it’ll be just fine

lend your voices only to sounds of freedom
no longer lend your strength to that which you wish to be free from
fill your lives with love and bravery
and you shall lead a life uncommon

I’ve heard your anguish,
I’ve heard your hearts cry out
we are tired, we are weary, but we aren’t worn out
set down your chains, until only faith remains
set down your chains

and lend your voices only to sounds of freedom
no longer lend your strength to that which you wish to be free from
fill your lives with love and bravery
and we shall lead a life uncommon

there are plenty of people who pray for peace
but if praying were enough it would have come to be
let your words enslave no one and the heavens will hush themselves
to hear our voices ring out clear
with sounds of freedom
sounds of freedom

come on you unbelievers, move out of the way
there is a new army coming and we are armed with faith
to live, we must give
to live

and lend our voices only to sounds of freedom
no longer lend our strength to that which we wish to be free from
fill your lives with love and bravery
and we shall lead…

lend our voices only to sounds of freedom
no longer lend our strength to that which we wish to be free from
fill your lives with love and bravery

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7 Comments

  1. Nikhil
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    12 years ago

    Very touching… And the song is really great! Makes me feel like the world’s biggest jackass for that insensitive post of mine some time back, where you pointed out my flaw. I hope I am forgiven. It wasn’t intentional! 🙂

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  2. sweetiegirlz
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    12 years ago

    no longer lend our strength to that which we wish to be free from

    That’s it! Pure and simple, that one line says it all. Thank you for letting us read it! My brother recently talked to me about why I felt the need to blog about this. He said, I cannot be bitter about it. I say, not bitterness but sweet relief.

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  3. vanessaleighsblog
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    12 years ago

    SF: Beautifully written, and so true. In telling our stories, we give ourselves the ability to let go of the past, and also, to pass on what we have learned to others……

    I am so grateful and happy for you, Aud, that you have emerged……..

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  4. SanityFound
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    12 years ago

    Nikhil that is long forgotten and with no need for forgiveness honest, you were the one being attacked by jackasses you were never one of them hun. Glad you enjoyed the post

    Sweetiegirlz I couldn’t agree more, it is indeed relief, one that not many understand or can translate unless they were us. It’s much like taking off a heavy coat isn’t it?

    Vanessa, I am grateful for you to sis, thank you for your part in my emergence. Hugs!

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  5. Joy
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    12 years ago

    Wow, I’m blown away. I’m so glad your back and I’m so thankful you are on this new road. I wish I could save the world to though I know we all need to work together in order to make that happen. There are such monsters.

    *bows* to you. Great post.

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  6. Amber
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    12 years ago

    Awwww… great writing honey…

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  7. cordieb
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    12 years ago

    Wows. Beautifully written SF. . . . I’m happy to have you back! P.S. I do believe you can save at leat one; and that one will save another . . . and so it will pass on, thus you will have saved a lot. PLL, CordieB.

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