This song was in my spirit this morning so I thought Id share it with you all. The Living Years - Mike and the Mechanics. Every generation, blames the one before; and all of their frustrations, come beating on your door I know that Im a prisoner to all my father held so dear, I know that Im a hostage to all his hopes and fears; I just wish I could have told him in the living years. Crumpled bits of paper, filled with imperfect thought; Stilted conversations, Im afraid thats all weve got. You say you just dont see it! He says its perfect sense. You just cant get agreement in this present tense. We all talk a different language; talking in defense Say it loud, say it clear; you can listen as well as you hear Its too late, when we die; to admit we dont see eye to eye. So we open up a quarrel, between the present and the past. We only sacrifice the future, its the bitterness that lasts. So dont yield to the fortunes you sometimes see as fate, It may have a new perspective; on a different date. And if you dont give up, and dont give in; you may just be O.K. Say it loud, say it clear; you can listen as well as you hear Its too late, when we die; to admit we dont see eye to eye. I wasnt there that morning, when my father passed away; I didnt get to tell him, all the things I had to say. I think I caught his spirit, later that same year; Im sure I heard his echo, in my babys new born tears; I just wish I could have told him in the living years Say it loud, say it clear; you can listen as well as you hear Its too late, when we die; to admit we dont see eye to eye. https://youtube/watch?v=uGDA0Hecw1k
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 19:35:07 +0000
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