Chasing Deer, with you. Hallelujah.

Yes I'm sorry that I missed you
I'm sorry that I missed you
When there's no-one there to greet you
I'm sorry that I missed you

I'm always chasing after deer
Oh my dear, oh my dear
And through the meadow I can hear
My fears, oh my fears

For myself I must remind
That the woods are usually kind
And the sea is not mine
And when I'm all alone
And chasing after deer
Don't be upset if it's scared
And I can't reach it

I know that I am fast
But it's much faster
And after a while I can't keep up
So I start to lag behind

But it doesn't know
That I've resigned
So off a cliff
It falls to the sea
And I am sad
But the sea is not mine

The sea is not mine, the sea is not mine
The sea is not mine, the sea is not mine

And just as soon it had slipped into
The sleepy dusk and it's not very likely
That we'll see it a, we'll see it a-again

Out one day
Walking one day
Out one day
With you, hallelujah
We found a wood, we un-found a wood and then
And then we cried, "Oh No"
And, please tell me will we ever find it again?
In the depths of Trolley Wood
Do trolleys still drive?

"It is better to have been wronged, then to wrong others"
~ Some chinese saying.

It is an experience, that by having grace withheld from me by doors slammed shut, the windows to my soul pour in with love and affirmation from those who truely care. Why do I give my heart away so frivolously. Must I indeed be loved by all? Perhaps then, this is good.

No excuses, only apologies, and unmitigated wounds to carry forward with me.

[Lyrics: Chasing the Deer - Midlake, Trolly Wood - Eisley]