The Good Left Undone

This is sooooo not mine. Just making sure that's clear. These are lyrics from a band called Rise Against but it expresses something close to me at the moment in lyrics I wish I'd written myself at the moment. I just figured maybe if I got some of this off my chest and out into the world it would help things a little.

In fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
Bending there in my direction,
I wrapped a hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in,
Finding there what I’d been missing,

But I know…
So I tell myself, I tell myself it’s wrong.
There’s a point we pass from which we can’t return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.

All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.

Inside my hands these petals browned,
Dried up, fallen to the ground
But it was already too late now.
I pushed my fingers through the earth,
Returned this flower to the dirt,
So it could live. I walked away now.

But I know…
Not a day goes by that I don’t feel this burn.
There’s a point we pass from which we can’t return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.

All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long,
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.

All because of you…
All because of you…

All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
Inside these arms of yours.

All because of you,
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings,
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place.
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.

Hopefully someone shouts!

I wonder, Mr. de Sade, how many of us have passed the point from which we can return? I really think that I have, and unfortunately I do not believe in the angels that can bring me home. When I open myself, I am in a foreign place, and I seem to have lost my place. I guess that I need one of the angels to bring me back. Or maybe to bring my world back to me!

Very interesting lyrics! They have a lot to say, if you really listen!

Thanks for sharing them. They have given me some things to think about!

I hope that the shouts are loud enough for you to hear!