I don't think....

...anybody with ever find the song they are looking for. Now that you are thoroughly confused I will explain myself. In reading some other blogs during recent procrastination sessions, I have found that quoting lyrics from favorite or profound songs is fairly common in the blogging world. I can identify with that. I have posted a few myself and yet every time I am never fully satisfied.

Still confused...keep reading.

I have always wanted to write a song with lyrics that could masterfully explain on paper the essence of what goes on in my head. I suppose the reason for my posting lyrics on my blog is two fold. One I have never felt that I possess the poetic ability to write that song... whenever I have attempted it is a pitiful representation of what I want it to be. the second reason is in the hopes that a song that someone else has written will fulfill my desires for the song that so beautifully encompasses the ramblings and interesting thoughts that bounce around in my head. At least I think they are interesting.

In light of all this I find it interesting when others post song lyrics, because I have a sneaky suspicion that they are never quite satisfied with the lyrics either. Keep on searching fellow bloggers. Fight the good fight and find those lyrics. I know at least I am interested in what kinds of thoughts others wish to be expressed in words. And now for your ironic pleasure I will share some lyrics...

Oh my God, look around this place
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone
Flights of grace, and future falls
In present pain
All fools say, "Oh my God"

Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don't bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase, and rise again
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
Oh my God.

Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats and alibis
All drift away, and a mother cries

Liars and fools; sons and failures
Thieves will always say
Lost and found; ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken hearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say

Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we're better,
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder

Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense

Oh my God