I Love My Baby Mama I'll Never Let Her Go Lyrics
Self Care Dominicus
Just WRITE!
Recently in our lovely community, nosotros, as poets, have been collaborating to create beauty. We have shared sadness and joy. We have supported others through crisis and sadness and pain and uncertainty and when they simply demand to hear that they are loved and that someone truly cares.
Nosotros have written anthems of dear and support for the plight of the people in the Ukraine. We have toiled to create Haiku that in very few words, speak of oceans of sadness and the endless reaches of dazzler and joy.
We have been learning new skills and meeting new friends. We take been sharing our honey of poetry and humanity, in ways that inspire and uplift. Every mean solar day nosotros accomplish out to people who need a reminder of their strength, their beauty and the wonderful souls that they share with u.s.a. each day and each dark.
And in the background, many of us are coming to the party with a plethora of untold stories, the depths of which have created an internal ache, an unrelenting need, non only to write, but also a need to somehow, set our thoughts free. To release them into the terrifying atmosphere of cyberspace, empty space, judgemental infinite, and even, hostile space (AKA Social Media). Equally if setting them gratuitous, might also set us costless.
Many people dream of this, but are too agape or too defective in self confidence. They have pages of words written over years about everything from heartbreak, to grief, to trauma in all its many forms, to loneliness, to happiness, to wonder, to pain, to flowers, and to rain.
Footling by piddling, in a safe infinite, something starts to shift. Something that once whispered to us, starts to speak, and then to shout, and then to sing. Something starts to feel right about embracing our truthful selves, about setting our souls free, about flying out of the darkness, into the lite, on the wings of our poetry.
And so here we are now, a fledgling customs, learning from each other in and so many different means. Finally outset to exist truthful to ourselves. Commencement to wear our poetic souls like a soldier wears a medal, or to let our pride soar the style a parent's heart soars with pride for their kid. So many journeys are difficult earned and non always understood, yet for each one of us who achieves something for which we strive, this is still, a badge of honour.
You may exist wondering where on earth I am going with this (fair call — I have a trend to ramble!).
So where I am going is correct here: For poets, poetry is not something nosotros read or write only 'for fun', or to feel more exalted amidst the 'literary crowd'. It is a part of us, integral to who we are. Information technology breathes life into our hearts and our souls. It is the music of our very existence, the moon and the stars in our skies, raindrops and sunshine, snowdrifts and air current, heartbreak and joy, truth and lies, love and loss and countless fields of possibilities.
How ironic is it that a community of people (many of whom suffer from trauma, work with trauma, empathise the night depths of trauma), process some of what that ways to them, by creating a affair of dazzler? No thing how low-cal or dark our piece of work is, in that location is always beauty in our creations. Nosotros create through the entire spectrum of emotions, the seasons, the dominicus and the moon, the sky and the clouds, the rain and wind, life and death, ghosts and memories, hurting and suffering, joy and loss. We challenge and we question. We are present in our work as we create it.
But brand no mistake, the poetry is within us, we are not within our poetry. We are the conduit. The estuary. The rivers that pb to the sea, where all that nosotros create, is released, joyously free, to menstruum wherever information technology wishes to exist.
And so, what is this strange beast of which I speak? This 'poetry' beast?
This, my dear friends, this is our therapy. This is our self care.
Hither is where we search deep within ourselves and observe the things of beauty, the painful things, the silly things, the sad things, the unspoken things, the joyous things, the things that lift the states up, the things that concord us back, go along us downwards, prevent us, from flying free.
Then this week, where I am going with this, is that we have within our hands, the almost powerful self care tool ever created in whatever identify, in whatever time, in whatever space, in any situation. We have our metaphorical quills, our pens, our ink. We draw our poetry from our very veins. We practise not need whatever other tools or resources. We have what nosotros need, deep within ourselves, to put our metaphorical ink to our metaphorical parchment, and to bleed our words into eternity.
Poet and doctor Rafel Campo, Grand.D., writes "Reading or writing poesy creates a space for empathy, for seeing some other person, for begetting witness to our common humanity" and "Empathy is essential for our survival . . . without empathy, how would we heal?" He says in a talk for TEDxCambridge. "When we hear rhythmic language and recite poetry, our bodies translate crude sensory data into nuanced knowing . . . feeling becomes meaning"
The National Association for Verse Therapy writes: "The benefits of poesy therapy include increased cocky and interpersonal awareness, increased sense of validation in voicing one's truth, and an enhanced capacity to capture and reframe meaning life stories,"
Equally we have discussed in previous weeks, it is easy to not pay attention to the signs that we demand to be kinder to and/or give priority to ourselves. Nosotros take lives that are filled with and then many things that are and so ' much more of import than looking after ourselves' . Nosotros have jobs, partners, children, parents, friends, pets, neighbours, dishes, washing, cleaning, plants, copse, birds, bees ( insert relevant things more than important than us correct here )….
I fully acknowledge that nosotros accept many demands that we have pay attention to and/or in some way take care of, if not for ourselves, perhaps for others. However, as I accept written before, how well tin can we do this if nosotros are depleted, if nosotros are defeated?
At that place is a verse collection called 'Through The Soil In my Skin" past Astrid. In her verse form "eleven:eleven", Astrid talks about being a poet. She is writing from her perspective as a adult female, but her message is applicative no matter if y'all are male, female, non binary, or however yous identify in your life:
11:11
"Today I choose myself. I volition exist a healed woman
who smiles in the mirror as a reminder.
My hips will trip the light fantastic toe to a rhythm of hope. Trust my body
is safe. Believe it is beautiful similar a dove released from information technology'south cage.
I will climb out of bed in the mornings
I am crumbling. Give thanks myself for a new day.
Gloat the 3 steps forward later on ii steps back,
because at that place is one step all the same worth appreciating.
There is a magenta sunset waiting, and this is a sign
to see information technology. Progress is laughter later on the insult, a deep breath
before a meltdown, the fight during a flight response.
I'm a meteor fluorescent in the sky and when I crash
I will land on Venus, rising beyond Aphrodite dreams.
the indigo child rebirthed from the sea,
flying on the dorsum of a swan's wings. I will close my eyes.
Feel my hair bravado in the wind.
Cry rivers to cleanse my spirit. The rose within will rise
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust through the soil in my skin
for Earth to run into. The oracle in my sun, the gaze in my moon.
from this day forrard, I promise to accept and hold myself whole."
This poem is essentially nigh choosing ourselves.
As poets, nosotros write for a reason and sometimes, we practice non process what that reason is. But it is there, cached securely in our words. Whether we intend to practise so or non, we are practising self care when nosotros write. So our claiming is to become more than deliberate in our intentions. When we do not experience similar facing the earth, when things feel too much for the states to bargain with, we must consciously decide to write. We must resist that urge to do whatever nosotros individually do, to hibernate from the thing that ails us. Bring that thing into the calorie-free, even if information technology is simply for the states at that moment. Write it happy or sad or angry or lost. Write information technology in any way you need to write it, to set it free.
Self care must be a do. Nosotros must be consistent. Do we experience better when we we write? If no, then skip this whole proposal. If yep, then lock information technology in. Write nigh your hurting, your fears, the things yous dear, the things you have lost, the things you dare to wish for, the unspoken things, the beautiful things, the weather, the world, the day, the night, your hopes, your dreams, your desires, your dislikes….But WRITE! You do not demand to share what you write, merely if you lot experience you have a safe space to practise so, set that winged fauna gratuitous!
Whatever your daily obligations are, or your weekly obligations, make a fourth dimension each day or each calendar week to sit and ruminate on what you desire to release. If you tin can metaphorically ship the things that are whispering in your middle or your head or in your very soul, on a journeying from the deep, dark places where you take locked them away, into the safe light of a supportive space, where people who speak your language will empathize, and every bit a result y'all may feel lighter and perchance a little unburdened past the human activity…..DO IT! Practise it regularly.
Don't do information technology hoping for anything but that you lot have prepare that thing free. That you lot have gear up yourself free. That it is no longer a burden but a cute bird or butterfly, that is at present flight in open infinite and enjoying the sunshine and the wind beneath their wings, but every bit you should be, just as you will be.
Self care is non reactionary, information technology must be a regular and deliberate practice. So if y'all are a poet, how cool is information technology that you take a set made self care government that all y'all have to practise to get started is make a commitment…fifty-fifty one time a week…a commitment to set the things that are hiding inside of you gratis, to set yourself gratis? The hardest part of doing this is making the fourth dimension to do then, and then showing up for yourself. Aye you read that correctly, SHOW UP FOR YOURSELF!
Another bonus for poets, is that while self care may at times be badged as 'selfish' and sometimes, every bit something that is done in isolation (some kind of introverted action), as poets, we tin can actually share our introverted activity, the fruits of our self intendance, with others and benefit from the support of community in ways that are non available to those who practice cocky intendance via chimera baths (for case!) — aye yes I know — information technology'due south getting old!
So this week, information technology is my gift to yous, to share some music/lyrics by poets, (sometimes the poets are the singers, other times the songwriters are the poets, sometimes the singer is both) starting with Leonard Cohen (I know I featured him concluding week simply this is an epic poetic slice and reflects a lot of the thoughts I scribbled to a higher place)!
I have non counted nor limited my choices and you tin feel free to watch or not watch as it suits y'all, merely these make my heart happy and I promise that they provide a brief window of joy for yous too and remind y'all of what nosotros practise! If you but have time for ane, make it the first one, information technology will be the virtually wonderful eight minutes in your day, I promise! If you but take time for two, add the last one, which has been a song that since I was a teenager I felt strongly reflected the poet subconscious inside of me that was aching to fly like like an eagle and to exist seen. Ever since I was that teenager I have told everyone I know that whilst I don't like funerals, I know that I volition end up having one and this song is the song I desire played. I saw Russell Morris play this live for the kickoff fourth dimension at the end of 2020 before Covid hitting and I honestly cried with joy to have been able to experience information technology before I dice! (it was released in 1972 when I was 12 and not yet in Australia)
I highly recommend that y'all make time to listen to them all and reverberate on how your poetry might requite joy to others in the way it gives joy to yous, and in the way these songs have washed for so many people over the decades!
I have included lyrics after each video link for anyone who cannot watch or listen.
On a final note, ane of these songs includes the phrase "Love will exist the gift you give yourself". The very essence of self care!
Lyrics
The birds they sang
At the intermission of day
Outset again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed abroad
Or what is yet to be
Ah, the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove, she will be caught again
Bought and sold, and bought again
The pigeon is never complimentary
Ring the bells that still tin ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a fissure, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
We asked for signs
The signs were sent
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Yeah, and the widowhood
Of every government
Signs for all to see
I can't run no more than
With that lawless crowd
While the killers in loftier places
Say their prayers out loud
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
A thundercloud
They're going to hear from me
Ring the bells that still tin can band
Forget your perfect offer
There is a fissure, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
You can add up the parts
But y'all won't take the sum
Yous tin strike up the march
There is no drum
Every heart, every heart
To love will come up
But similar a refugee
Band the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
Ring the bells that still can band
Forget your perfect offering
There is a cleft, a fissure in everything
That'southward how the light gets in
That's how the lite gets in
That's how the light gets in
Songwriter: Leonard Cohen
This is not Bob's most poetic song lyrically, but it is beautiful and iconic and despite the repetition information technology feels like much more than is being said just inside the music itself (also he has Tom Piffling and The Heartbreakers with him for this one)! You will note that Bob sings slightly unlike lyrics than prepare out hereunder in this version — he is known for doing that!
Lyrics
Mama accept this badge from me
I can't employ it anymore
It's getting night also dark to run into
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'southward door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'southward door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'south door, eh aye
Mama put my guns in the ground
I tin can't shoot them anymore
That common cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels similar I'm knockin' on heaven'south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'due south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'due south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky'south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'southward door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'due south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, wow oh yes
Songwriter: Bob Dylan
Knockin' On Heaven'south Door lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics
Howdy darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my encephalon
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I walked lone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and clammy
When my eyes were stabbed past the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked calorie-free, I saw
Ten m people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "Y'all practise non know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you lot
Take my arms that I might accomplish you"
But my words, similar silent raindrops barbarous
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls
In tenement halls"
And whispered in the audio of silence
Songwriter: Paul Simon
The Sound of Silence lyrics © Paul Simon Music
Lyrics
Imagine in that location's no heaven
It's easy if you lot endeavor
No hell below united states of america
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today, I
Imagine at that place's no countries
Information technology isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll bring together us
And the earth volition exist as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world, y'all
You may say I'thou a dreamer
Simply I'm not the just one
I promise someday you'll join us
And the globe will live equally one
Songwriter: John Lennon
Imagine lyrics © Lenono Music
Lyrics
Honey me, honey me, love me, dear me
Say y'all do
Let me fly abroad
With y'all
For my dear is like
The wind
And wild is the air current
Wild is the wind
Give me more
Than one caress
Satisfy this
Hungriness
Let the wind
Blow through your heart
For wild is the air current
Wild is the wind
You
Affect me
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You
Kiss me
With your kiss
My life begins
Yous're bound to me
All things
To me
Don't you lot know you're
Life itself
Like a foliage clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we're like creatures
Of the current of air
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You
Impact me
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You
Osculation me
With your kiss
My life begins
You're spring to me
All things
To me
Don't you know y'all're
Life itself
Like a leaf clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For nosotros're like creatures
In the wind
And wild is the air current
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Songwriters: Dimitri Tiomkin / Ned Washington
Wild Is the Wind lyrics © Reservoir Media Direction Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
Lyrics
I'chiliad scared
So afraid to show I care
Will he recall me weak
If I tremble when I speak?
Ooh, what if
There's another ane he's thinking of?
Maybe he's in love
I'd feel like a fool
Life can be so cruel
I don't know what to practice
I've been there
With my heart out in my hand
Simply what you lot must understand
You can't allow the chance
To love him pass y'all by
Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft and sweet
I'll hold him close to experience his eye trounce
Love will be the souvenir yous requite yourself
Bear upon him (ooh)
With the gentleness you feel inside (I feel it)
Your dearest can't be denied
The truth will set you free
Yous'll have what's meant to be
All in time you'll see
Ooh, I love him (then testify him)
Of that much I can be certain (concur him close to you)
I don't call back I could endure
If I allow him walk away
When I have so much to say
Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his optics
Reach out to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft and sweetness
Hold him close to feel his heart trounce
Love will be the souvenir you lot give yourself
Honey is light that surely glows
In the hearts of those who know
It's a steady flame that grows
Feed the fire with all the passion yous can testify
This evening love will assume its place
This memory time cannot erase
Your religion will pb love where it has to get
Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out to him
And whisper
Whisper words so soft and sweet
Hold him close to feel his centre beat
Honey volition be the gift you requite yourself, ooh
Never let him go
Songwriters: David Foster / Linda Thomson / Walter Afanasieff
Tell Him lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
Lyrics
(Turn around)
Every at present and then
I become a little bit alone
And you're never coming round
(Turn effectually)
Every now and then
I get a trivial bit tired
Of listening to the sound of my tears
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
(Turn around)
Every now and so I get a petty fleck terrified
And then I meet the look in your eyes
(Turn around, bright eyes)
Every now and then I fall apart
(Plough around, brilliant eyes)
Every now and then
I fall apart
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a picayune bit restless
And I dream of something wild
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little scrap helpless
And I'm lying like a kid in your arms
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I become a little bit aroused
And I know I've got to get out and cry
(Turn around)
Every now and so
I get a little bit terrified
Just then I see the wait in your eyes
(Turn around, bright eyes)
Every now and and then
I fall apart
Plow effectually, vivid optics
Every now and then
I fall apart
And I need you lot at present this evening
And I demand you more than ever
And if you only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only exist making it correct
'Crusade we'll never be wrong
Together we can take it to the end of the line
Your love is similar a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)
I don't know what to do and I'thousand always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever'south gonna commencement tonight
(Forever's gonna start tonight)
Once upon a time I was falling in love
Simply now I'k just falling apart
At that place'south nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the middle
One time upon a time there was light in my life
But now in that location'due south just dearest in the dark
Naught I can say
A total eclipse of the heart
[Instrumental interlude]
(Turn around, brilliant eyes)
(Turn around, brilliant eyes)
(Plow effectually)
Every now and then
I know you'll never exist the male child
You lot always wanted to be
(Turn around)
But every now and so
I know you'll always be the only boy
Who wanted me the way that I am
(Plough effectually)
Every now and then
I know there's no 1 in the universe
As magical and wondrous as y'all
(Plow around)
Every now and then
I know there'due south nothing any better
In that location'due south nothing that I just wouldn't do
(Turn effectually, bright eyes)
Every now and and then I autumn apart
(Turn around, bright optics)
Every now and and so I fall apart
And I need you now this evening
And I demand you more than than ever
And if yous merely hold me tight
Nosotros'll be holding on forever
And nosotros'll only exist making information technology correct
'Cause we'll never be incorrect
Together we can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the fourth dimension (all of the time)
I don't know what to practise
I'm always in the dark
Living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you lot tonight
Forever's gonna showtime tonight
(Forever's gonna start tonight)
Once upon a time I was falling in love
But at present I'thousand but falling apart
There's zilch I tin do
A total eclipse of the heart
In one case upon a fourth dimension there was light in my life
But at present there's only love in the dark
Nothing I tin can say
A total eclipse of the heart
A total eclipse of the heart
A total eclipse of the eye
(Turn effectually, bright optics)
(Turn around, vivid eyes)
(Turn around)
Songwriter: Jim Steinman
Lyrics
The falling leaves drift by my window
The falling leaves of cherry and gilt
I see your lips the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold
Since yous went away the days grow long
And shortly I'll hear onetime winter's song
But I miss y'all about of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Since you went away the days grow long
And presently I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss yous near of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves first to autumn
Songwriters: Francesco Magnelli / Gianni Maroccolo / Giorgio Canali / Giovanni Lindo Ferretti / Massimo Zamboni
Autumn Leaves lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics
The showtime time ever I saw your face up
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies, my love
To the dark and the endless skies
And the commencement time e'er I kissed your mouth
I felt the globe move in my manus
Similar the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my control, my love
And the outset fourth dimension e'er I lay with you
I felt your centre and then close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And final 'til the finish of time my love
The first time ever I saw your face
Your face, your face, your face
Songwriter: Ewan Maccoll
The Offset Time E'er I Saw Your Confront lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics
I see trees of green, red roses too
I meet them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blueish and clouds of white
The vivid blessed day, the nighttime sacred nighttime
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are besides on the faces of people going past
I see friends shaking easily saying how do yous practice
They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful globe
Yes I call back to myself what a wonderful world.
Songwriters: Bob Thiele / George David Weiss / George Douglas
What a Wonderful Earth lyrics © Range Road Music Inc., Quartet Music, Quartet Music Inc
Lyrics
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Information technology must have been common cold at that place in my shadow
To never accept sunlight on your face up
You were content to let me shine, that's your fashion
You e'er walked a footstep behind
And so I was the ane with all the celebrity
While you lot were the one with all the force
A beautiful face without a proper name for so long
A beautiful grinning to hide the pain
Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind below my wings
It might have appeared to go unnoticed
Merely I've got it all hither in my middle
I desire you lot to know I know the truth, of course I know information technology
I would be nothing without you
Did you ever know that you lot're my hero?
Yous're everything I wish I could exist
I could fly college than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
Did I e'er tell you yous're my hero?
Yous're everything, everything I wish I could be
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an hawkeye
For you are the wind beneath my wings
'Cause you lot are the current of air beneath my wings
Oh, the wind below my wings
You lot, y'all, yous, you lot are the current of air beneath my wings
Wing, fly, fly away, you lot let me fly so loftier
Oh, you, you lot, you, the wind beneath my wings
Oh, you, y'all, yous, the wind beneath my wings
Fly, wing, fly high against the sky
So high I almost touch the heaven
Thanks, thank you
Give thanks God for you, the wind beneath my wings
Songwriters: Jeff Silbar / Larry Henley
Air current Beneath My Wings lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
Lyrics
Well I'm looking out at an overcast sky in the morning
I can hear the alert as information technology calls to you
As the birds drift and the wind is raised
I see the eagle soaring
Although I'yard just a pawn in nature'due south game like you
Wah hoo wah hoo, wah hoo …
On the wings of an eagle I notice myself lifted through the skies
Lifted up above the earth to see
On the wings of an eagle I notice myself lifted through the skies
Lifted up above the world to come across
Can you lot run across me? Can you lot come across me?
As the days ringlet on and the nights get long
The changing of the seasons
The falling autumn leaves they bring me down
They bring me down, they bring me downward
Practise you lot lose your fashion in the centre of the day
Practice yous run across your brother itch?
And all the while he's calling out for assist from yous
Wah hoo wah hoo, wah hoo …
On the wings of an eagle I find myself lifted through the skies
Lifted upward above the world to run into
On the wings of an eagle I find myself lifted through the skies
Lifted upwardly above the world to see
Can you see me? Can you run across me?
Can you meet me? Can yous see me?
Tin you see me? Can you see me?
Tin you come across me? Tin you see me?
Songwriter: Russell Morris
Wings of an Eagle lyrics © Mushroom Music Pty. Ltd., Mushroom Music Pty Ltd
Source: https://medium.com/move-me-poetry/self-care-sunday-66e34d38f10c
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