Lyrics

View from the edge

And the elevator opens 

An old man with a cane

Steps in kinda slowly

And winces with the pain 

Or maybe with the memory 

Of that dress you wear

In a fashion so familiar 

Trying not to stare. 

Coz you look like his first love

When he could run for miles

She wore a dress just like yours

And now it's back in style.

And he can see the beauty

That you cannot perceive.

Until you earn the eyes to glimpse it

Just before you leave. 

...a tiny little planet 

A backyard with a hedge

You are safe there in the middle 

Ahh, but the view is from the edge.

Show the way

You say you see no hope, you say you see no reason
We should dream that the world would ever change
You're saying love is foolish to believe
'Cause there'll always be some crazy with an Army or a knife
To wake you from your day dream, put the fear back in your life.

...we play against the fear

We play against the reasons not to try
We're playing for the tears
Burning in the happy angel's eyes

Thought this portions of the lyrics to "view from the edge" and "show the way" were really beautiful.

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People are often lamenting that they feel

unappreciated and I guess that's one of the main sources of our unhappiness and bitterness. What if we do things for someone without expecting anything? But such a mentality is difficult to inculcate in our quid pro quo society. 

The old man

The old man kisses the almost faded photograph

Dew has gathered on the flowers he left yesterday

His eyes glanced at her epitaph 

The one he wrote the day she lay down to sleep for eternity.

The tears glistened in his eyes 

Dusk has came and he has lost count of the days gone by.

With a limp in his gait,

The old man walked into the shadows of the willow trees.

Alone he walks home now,

The willow trees grazing his head,

Stooped in an eternal bow.

The old man stops and catches his breath, 

And gazes at the evening star.

In his empty house,

He sits and waits for another night to pass.

The house which was once filled with laughters,

Is all but silent now.

The silence so deafening,

That his ear aches 

And his old heart bleeds.

He had once been a lover, a husband, and a father,

But who is he now?

Who is he but a grieved man,

Hoping for nothing more,

Than a beautiful dream,

That will bring her back to him,

If only in that stolen sleep,

If only for one mirthful night. 

Read an article (well technically only the last paragraph) by a pastor where he basically said that we must only surround ourselves with positive energy, so that we can live positively. In order to do that, he only surrounds himself with positive people and avoiding having any conversations with people who are negative. Recently a friend said almost the same thing- that she is afraid of associating with people who are easily depressed. I can understand how hard it is to be around people who are always complaining, whiny, moody, etc, yet at the same time, do we leave these people in the lurch? And just let them stew in all that negativity? The Pastor said that it is easy to get affected by such people but why can't we let our positive energy influence them? 

One day we may be the ones who are down and need someone else to lift us up. 

On another note was talking to a gf over dinner yesterday and she was having second thoughts about marriage. Till this day, I am not sure where my stand is on such issues. Sometimes the lines between love, responsibility, and commitment are blurred. Are we with someone out of love or out of a sense of responsibility/duty or for sentimental reasons? 

When love dies, do we continue to keep on going because we have made our commitment to one another? 

I wonder which is more cruel (whether to the other party or yourself) - to stay with someone out of a sense of duty even though you know your heart is no longer in it, or to leave someone and thus, breaking all promises of commitment? 

Love loses all its beauty,

When it lives in someone else's shadows.

One cannot see the sun,

Only the darkest of skies.

Now

And I do not want to recognize 

That the world is broken.

I do not wish to be awakened 

From my deep slumber.

The harmonica sounds 

The guitar strums

And we merry make

And sing to the country tunes.

Tomorrow and yesterday are forgotten

And we are lost in this moment.

Perhaps tomorrow,

We will remember again,

That the world is a broken place,

But what we own and know now,

Is now.

And time, it doesn't stop.

It moves on without us.

A goodbye, it doesn't leave,

On its path we are ravaged. 

What wouldn't I give 

To stop time in its path.

But it flows, it moves, it runs,

And we can never keep up.

Yesteryears are gone,

And your face I am slowly forgetting,

Bit by bit, time eats away all memories of you,

But still I hold on tightly to what little is left.

Deep down I know,

Who the winner is.

One can never win the fight against 

Time.