Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Watchingmedie � an introspective.

On Saturday, November 20, 2004 I started to cry.

Trace the shape of my heart,
Till is becomes more familiar to your eyes.


caught sight of it all. and it just happened.

I�ve been lost without you,
Cold without your love.

Is that a good thing? Maybe.

You often misjudge your abilities
Overrate your level of sensibility
And perhaps end up with a gnawing hollow within.

Rescue me from hanging on this line.
I won�t give up on giving you the chance to blow my mind
Let the eleventh hour quickly pass me by,
I�ll find you when I think I�m out of time.

Maybe 13 months back, you really thought you lost your religion.
But you actually never did,

As clich� as it sounds, everyone has to have some time to grow, to journey.
Being loud and gregarious was simply a phase in your life
You know who you are. You really do.

Take the place of my heart, till I become a strange to my life
I�ve been down without you, wrong without your live
In time will I be what you�re thinking


There is absolutely noting wrong taking on different personas to suit different characters within the clique.
But it does leave you really stranded
You lose sight of yourself.

Rescue me from hanging on this line.
I won�t give up on giving you the chance to blow my mind.
Let the eleventh hour quickly pass me by
I�ll find you when I think I�m out of time.


Ian. I�m really really proud of who you are today.
I know that you can be quite the brat, and that�s who you are now.
But you are so beautiful.

Often, you show strength in your opinions and beliefs.
Ye you need to stop and listen sometimes but I love who you:

Are.

I�ve been down without you, cold without your love.
In time will I be what your thinking of?

I miss you ian. You were the one that grounded me.
Stepped on me and brought some challenge.

Rescue me from hanging on this line
I won�t give up on giving you the chance to blow my mind.
Let the eleventh hour quickly pass me by
I�ll find you when I think I�m out of time.

I�m always here for you.

Jar of Clay � The Eleventh Hour.

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