Saturday, June 16, 2012

LETTER TO A YOUNG ACTIVIST DURING TROUBLED TIMES


LETTER TO A YOUNG ACTIVIST DURING TROUBLED TIMES
By Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D.
My dear friends: Do not lose heart. We were made for these times.
I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned
about the state of affairs in our world right now. It is true, one has to be exceptionally strong to
withstand much of what passes for "good" in our culture today. Abject disregard of what the soul
finds most precious and irreplaceable and the corruption of principled ideals have become, in
some large societal arenas, "the new normal," the grotesquerie of the week. It is hard to say
which one of the current egregious matters has rocked people's worlds and beliefs more.
Ours is a time of almost daily jaw-dropping astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest
degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.
You are right in your assessments. The lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing
acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless,
is breathtaking.
Yet ...I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these
difficult times. Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is -- we were made
for these times. Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just
waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement. I cannot tell you often enough that we are
definitely the leaders we have been waiting for, and that we have been raised since childhood for
this time precisely.
I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding
awakened souls, there have never been more able crafts in the waters than there are right now
across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in
the history of humankind. I would like to take your hands for a moment and assure you that you
are built well for these times. Despite your stints of doubt, your frustrations in a righting all that
needs change right now, or even feeling you have lost the map entirely, you are not without
resource, you are not alone.
Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. In
your deepest bones, you have always known this is so. Even though your veneers may shiver
from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and
rudder come from a greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to
hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.
We have been in training for a dark time such as this, since the day we assented to come to
Earth. For many decades, worldwide, souls just like Us have been felled and left for dead in so
many ways over and over brought down by naivete, by lack of love, by suddenly realizing one
deadly thing or another, by not realizing something else soon enough, by being ambushed and
assaulted by various cultural and personal shocks in the extreme. We have a history of being
gutted, and yet remember this especially...
We have also, of necessity, perfected the knack of resurrection. Over and over again we have
been the living proof that that which has been exiled, lost, or foundered can be restored to life
again. This is as true and sturdy a prognosis for the destroyed worlds around us as it was for our
own once mortally wounded selves.
Though we are not invulnerable, our risibility supports us to laugh in the face of cynics who say
"fat chance," and "management before mercy," and other evidences of complete absence of soul
sense. This, and our having been to Hell and back on at least one momentous occasion, makes us
seasoned vessels for certain. Even if you do not feel that you are, you are.
Even if your puny little ego wants to contest the enormity of your soul, that smaller self can never
for long subordinate the larger Self. In matters of death and rebirth, you have surpassed the
benchmarks many times.
Believe the evidence of any one of your past testings and trials. Here it is: Are you still standing?
The answer is, Yes! (And no adverbs like "barely" are allowed here). If you are still standing,
ragged flags or no, you are able. Thus, you have passed the bar. And even raised it. You are
seaworthy.
In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or
unmended in the world. Do not focus on that. Do not make yourself ill with overwhelm. There is a
tendency too to fall into being weakened by perseverating on what is outside your reach, by what
cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the sails.
We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet
great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear.
Didn't you say you were a believer? Didn't you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater?
Didn't you ask for grace? Don't you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice
greater? You have all the resource you need to ride any wave, to surface from any trough.
In the language of aviators and sailors, ours is to sail forward now, all balls out. Understand the
paradox: If you study the physics of a waterspout, you will see that the outer vortex whirls far
more quickly than the inner one. To calm the storm means to quiet the outer layer, to cause it, by
whatever countervailing means, to swirl much less, to move more evenly match the velocity of the
inner, far less volatile core -- till whatever has been lifted into such a vicious funnel falls back to
Earth, lays down, is peaceable again. One of the most important steps you can take to help calm
the storm is to not allow yourself to be taken in flurry of overwrought emotion or desperation
thereby accidentally contributing to the swale and the swirl. Ours is not the task of fixing the entire
world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach.
Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this
poor suffering world, will help immensely.  It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will
cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good. What is needed for dramatic change is an
accumulation of acts -- adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take
"everyone on Earth" to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not
give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.
One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to
stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. The light of the soul
throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires ... causes proper matters to catch fire.
To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these -- to be fierce and to show mercy
toward others, both, are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity. Struggling souls catch
light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. If you would help to calm the tumult,
this is one of the strongest things you can do.
There will always be times in the midst of "success right around the corner, but as yet still
unseen" when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times in my life, but I do not
keep a chair for it; I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate. The reason is
this: In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can be no despair when
you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. The good words
we say and the good deeds we do are not ours: They are the words and deeds of the One who
brought us here.  In that spirit, I hope you will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it
is safe, there can be no doubt. But ...that is not what great ships are built for.
This comes with much love and prayer that you remember who you came from, and why you
came to this beautiful, needful Earth.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D.
© 2003 C.P. Estes, All rights reserved.

Sunday, June 10, 2012


After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads
On today because tomorrow's ground
Is too uncertain. And futures have
A way of falling down in midflight,
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth
And you learn and learn
With every goodbye you learn.
-- Veronic Shoffstall, "Comes the Dawn

Friday, May 4, 2012

5-4

Dear God,
Its been a rough month. A really really rough month, and i am distressed inside about it. I dont know how to fix this. I feel that the dragon skin, the thin layer of film is growing around my heart. It is getting hardened and calloused, ready to grab this thing called life and keep on heading down the highway
I lost three of my best friends this month, and i know that i have not even faced that fact yet. Not even cried all the tears that deserve to be cried. Not even realized the depths of the scars.
So, i understand Daniel and Freddy leaving. Freddy leaving sucks. I wonder how he will change...how he will grow. I depend on the dude SO much, it is weird.
I am still unsure of how to behave around Julie. I wonder if she feels this GAP between us as well. It bothers me ..loads..but if it does not bother her, than  i will be ok. God, what was the reason for making life so complicated. For making my mind too dumb to understand so many of these concepts. Just unable to comprehend the things which actually mean the difference between light and dark. God, if you are true, if christianity is true then why doesnt it just stay, solidly in my heart? Why do i waver between doubts all the time? Why can i not apply the concepts of loving others , and not being angry or jealous, or hurt. I understand the situation God, why can i not ACCEPT it. Why can i not just be a good friend for Julie? I dont want to be a pain in her life. A bother. A weight. That is not who i want to be in her life. If that is the position i am to be, can i please just be removed. I care for her God, maybe more than i care for myself. Maybe not. Maybe i get selfish and angry when i dont get the attention i feel i deserve. But then, i dont think i honestly deserve anything, I have already received way more than i deserve. This dichotomy is really bothering me. God, i dont know if am honestly jealous of david, because, really, i shouldnt be. I was never in the game. I want her to be happy. Then why do i have this "issue" against him, i really dont know.
I wonder if things will ever be fixed God. If the hurt in my heart, these feelings of lonliness and dejection and unlovedness will ever be...eliminated. I am sometimes not even sure that you are there, i write to a phantom, like the time i started writing to my bg, not even knowing if she is there.
God, in these times i have no one but you to ask for guidance. For some sort of salvation. Of peace. Please let me escape the chains of my mind. Let me be happy.Please let me not hurt those i care for. Please let me find your truth, the true you, not the one presented by my freinds or family...just truth which you have..for me! I dont want to fall in to this cultural paradigm. I dont want to be one of the cool xians, or cool non xians. I just want to be solid and honest and truthful....whatever that might be!
Thank you

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

HURLING CROWBIRDS AT MOCKINGBARS (HOPE IS NOT A COURSE OF ACTION)


HURLING CROWBIRDS AT MOCKINGBARS (HOPE IS NOT A COURSE OF ACTION)

August 11, 2009
If we were created in God’s image
then when God was a child
he smushed fire ants with his fingertips
and avoided tough questions.
There are ways around being the go-to person
even for ourselves
even when the answer is clear
like the holy water Gentiles drank
before they realized Forgiveness
is the release of all hope for a better past.
I thought those were chime shells in your pocket
so I chucked a quarter at it
hoping to hear some part of you
respond on a high note.
You acted like I was hurling crowbirds at mockingbars
and abandoned me for not making sense.
Evidently, I don’t experience things as rationally as you do.
For example, I know mercy
when I have enough money to change the jukebox at a gay bar
(somebody’s gotta change that shit).
You understand the power of God’s mercy
whenever someone shoves a stick of morphine
straight up into your heart.
It felt amazing
the days you were happy to see me
so I smashed a beehive against the ocean
to try and make our splash last longer.
Remember all the honey
had me lookin’ like a jellyfish ape
but you walked off the water in a porcupine of light
strands of gold
drizzling out to the tips of your wasps.
This is an apology letter to the both of us
for how long it took me to let things go.
It was not my intention to make such a
production of the emptiness between us
playing tuba on the tombstone of a soprano
to try and keep some dead singer’s perspective alive.
It’s just that I coulda swore you had sung me a love song back there
and that you meant it
but I guess sometimes people just chew with their mouth open
so I ate ear plugs alive with my throat
hoping they’d get lodged deep enough inside the empty spots
that I wouldn’t have to hear you leaving
so I wouldn’t have to listen to my heart keep saying
all my eggs were in a basket of red flags
all my eyes to a bucket of blindfolds
in the cupboard with the muzzles and the gauze
ya know I didn’t mean to speed so far out and off
trying to drive all your nickels to the well
when you were happy to let them wishes drop
but I still show up for gentleman practice
in the company of lead dancers
hoping their grace will get stuck in my shoes.
Is that a handsome shadow on my breath, sweet woman
or is it a cattle call
in a school of fish? Still dance with me
less like a waltz for panic
more for the way we’d hoped to swing
the night we took off everything
and we were swingin’ for the fences
don’t hold it against
my love
you know I wanna breath deeper than this
you know I didn’t mean to look so serious
didn’t mean to act like a filthy floor
didn’t mean to turn us both into a cutting board
but there were knives s-stuck
in the words where I came from
too much time in the back of my words.
I pulled knives from my back and my words.
I cut trombones from the moment you slipped away
and I know it left me lookin’ like a knife fight, lady
yeah you know it left me feelin’ like a shotgun shell
you know I know I mighta gone and lost my breath
but I wanna show ya how I found my breath
to death
it was buried under all the wind instruments
hidden in your castanets
goddamn
if ya ever wanna know how it felt when ya left
yeah if you ever wanna come inside
just knock on the spot
where I finally pressed STOP
playing musical chairs with exit signs.
I’m gonna cause you a miracle
when you see the way I kept God’s image alive.
Forgiveness
is for anybody
who needs a safe passage through my mind.
If I was really created in God’s image
then when God was a boy
he wanted to grow up to be a man
a good man
and when God was a man
a good man
He started telling the truth in order to get honest responses.
He’d say,
“I know.
I really shoulda wore my cross
again
but I don’t wanna scare the gentiles off.”

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

4-25

The time has stopped today
I can hardly breathe
sickened by my mortal sin
Of pride and greed

I think of better days
When the sun will shine
My time will be happy
And i will not whine

This dependence on drugs and caffine
Is not serving me well
It is making me a slave
Cant you tell

The desire to change my story
Of living a better life
Is causing anxiety in me
Creating in me strife

Unrealistic expectations from others
Wanting them to fill the hole
The unrelentless yelling
The emptyness of my soul

It wont be over forever
Or it might end instantly
Whatever may be the case
This i pray fervently

God help me be the man who
You once envisioned me to be
Before i got wrapped in
The stereotypes of the society

Let me not care any more or less
About poeple than is needed
When my life is surveyed from above
Show that your commands i heeded

Let my pain and lonliness
Not overcome the story i want to write
Give me the persistence and humility required
To play fair in this fight

The wisdom to make courageous decisions
The determination to play fair
Even if i loose everyone i have
If in my soul it creates a new tear

I seek a better future
Some peace in my heart
Can you please show me
Which way do i start

Monday Morning Church

You left your Bible on the dresser, so I put it in the drawer
'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore
And when I sit at your piano I can almost hear those hymns
The keys are just collecting dust but I can't close the lid

You left my heart as empty as a Monday morning church
It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts
And I can hear the Devil whisper, "Things are only getting worse"
You left my heart as empty as a Monday morning church

The preacher came by Sunday, he said he missed me at the service
He told me Jesus loves me but I'm not sure I deserve it
'Cause the faithful man that you loved is nowhere to be found
Since they took all that he believed, laid it in the ground


You left my heart as empty as a Monday morning church
It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts
And I can hear the Devil whisper, "Things are only getting worse"
You left my heart as empty as a Monday morning church

Well, I still believe in Heaven and I'm sure you've made it there
But as for me without your love, girl, I don't have a prayer

You left my heart as empty as a Monday morning church
It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts
And I can hear the Devil whisper, "Things are only getting worse"
You left my heart as empty as a Monday morning church

You left your Bible on the dresser, so I put it in the drawer

When You Were Young

When You Were Young 

You sit there in your heartache 
Waiting on some beautiful boy to 
save you from your old ways 
You play forgiveness 
Watch it now ... here he comes! 

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus 
But he talks like a gentleman 
Like you imagined when you were young 

Can we climb this mountain 
I don't know 
Higher now than ever before 
I know we can make it if we take it slow 
Let's take it easy 
Easy now, watch it go 

We're burning down the highway skyline 
On the back of a hurricane that started turning 
When you were young 
When you were young 

And sometimes you close your eyes 
and see the place where you used to live 
When you were young 

They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet 
You don't have to drink right now 
But you can dip your feet 
Every once in a little while 

You sit there in your heartache 
Waiting on some beautiful boy to 
To save you from your old ways 
You play forgiveness 
Watch it now here he comes 

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus 
But he talks like a gentleman 
Like you imagined when you were young 
(He talks like a gentlemen, like you imagined when) 
When you were young 

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus 
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus 
But more than you'll ever know

Living Water Experience

The merit of an experience can be judged not by what it makes one feel at the very instance he goes through it, but how it impacts a personality on the whole. How the lessons learnt are ingrained permanently in the character. How the relationships formed withstand the tests of time. My week long trip with Living Waters at Nicaragua proved to be such an experience.I feel that it changed me, on the inside and will remain in my memory forever.
The trip provided me with the much needed conviction regarding the beauty of selflessly serving people. There was no self interest during  the mission. It started with the group meeting the LW hands-on team in Leon and things just went from good to “awesome”. The local team consisted of a couple of young individuals who had basically dedicated their lives to drilling these water wells for the under privileged folks in the country. As a career focused young individual, it was really convicting to see how these guys were giving up professional careers, living in harsh conditions and still finding so much joy in it. Our team consisted of a diverse group of people, varying in life experiences, backgrounds and age. However, we all had the desire of helping others and sharing the blessings we have been provided. We all meshed beautifully, in an uncanny sort of manner. Even now, months after this trip I am in regular daily communication with the friend I made during this trip.
The week i spent in Nicaragua will be one of the best experiences i ever had. It made me believe in the power of God, and the immense benefits of being in the company of good christian people. Each day began with discussing a part of the devotional provided. The days were long and tiring, but about the best times i have had in the recent past. It was such a great pleasure to serve the villages, drill and complete the well and play with the kids. Even though the weather was hot, we couldn't communicate fully with the children and the diet was different, there was a real and honest connection. The ideas of acceptance, and the desire of serving others were prevalent.
In a summary, my time during the LW trip was amazing. It taught me a lot about myself and maybe, even more God.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Runing to stand still

And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was
Lying still
Said I gotta do something 
About where we're going

Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain, maybe
Run from the darkness in the night
Singing ha, ah la la la de day
Ah la la la de day
Ah la la de day

Sweet the sin
Bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out

You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice

You know I took the poison
From the poison stream
Then I floated out of here
Singing...ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day
Ha la la de day

She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
And the storm blows up in her eyes
She will...

Suffer the needle chill
She's running to stand...

Still.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Dear God

Dear God,

This pain is going deep in my soul. A searing fire which seems to trouble me to no end. I dont know what to ask of you. I ask you for some peace in my soul. I am feeling very long and abandonded now. As if my only friend walked away from me. As if my soul is dying, one minute at a time. I am having a hard time seeing hope and joy in my life God. I am not sure if i should ask you for joy, if it is temporary. If it puts a bandaid on my bleeding heart, when what is truly needed is for all the poisoned blood to flow out.
I dont like this abandoned feeling God. Please make it stop. Please make my heart stop crying. Please give me truth and wisdom and endurance and perseverence. Please give me humility and gratitude. And above all God, i ask you for joy. Please give me some deep seated joy. I am SO tiered of crying inside all the time.
God, i want to honestly love others. Be there for them. I am feeling as if i am not cared for by her though. As if she is way more important to me, than i am to her.Why do i need to feel like this Lord? Why do i have to be hurt most from the people i care about most? What are you actually developing in me for this? And how do i ensure that i get it..
Why should it hurt me? Why do i feel rejected and disrespected by Julie by her not communicating with me. I dont want to dislike anyone.....yet that is what feels most natural. To dislike the one who stole her from me. Though she was never mine. Makes no sense.
God, what i am requesting for is healing. Is for this wound to be filled. For the feelings of being alone and the prediction of being forever this way to be banished! If it be your will, please give me someone to adore completely, to share myself with, to be one with all with the journey towards you. But if not God, let me not feel this pain so much. Let me be obsessed with something real. Something which makes a difference.

I need faith please. Let me not struggle for it. Please grant me truth..and energy. God, i want to be real.



Saturday, April 21, 2012

Long roads

And I wished for so long, cannot stay...
All the precious moments, cannot stay...
It's not like wings have fallen, cannot stay...
But I feel something's missing, cannot say... 

Holding hands are daughters and sons
And their faiths just falling down, down, down, down...
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today

We all walk the long road. Cannot stay...
There's no need to say goodbye... 
All the friends and family
All the memories going round, round, round, round
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today

And the wind keeps roaring
And the sky keeps turning gray
And the sun is set
The sun will rise another day...

We all walk the long road. Cannot stay...
There's no need to say goodbye... 
All the friends and family
All the memories going round, round, round, round
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today 
How I've wished for so long
How I wish for you today

Weight of lies

Disappear from your hometown
Go and find the people that you know
Show them all your good parts
Leave town when the bad ones start to show
Go and wed a woman, a pretty girl that you’ve never met
Make sure she knows you love her well
But don’t make any other promises

The weight of lies will bring you down
And follow you to every town
Cause nothin happens here
That doesn’t happen there
So when you run make sure you run
To something and not away from
Cause lies don’t need an aero plane
To chase you anywhere

I once heard the worse thing
A man can do is draw a hungry crowd.
Tell everyone his name in pride an confidence
But leaving out his doubt.
I’m not sure I bought those words
When I was young I knew most everything.
These words have never meant as much to anyone
As they now mean to me.

The weight of lies will bring you down
And follow you to every town,
Cause nothin happens here that doesn’t happen there.
So when you run make sure you run
To something and not away from,
Cause lies don’t need an aero plane
To chase you down

Laundry room


Don't push me out,Just a little longerStall your mother,Disregard your father's words.
Close the laundry door,Tiptoe across the floorKeep your clothes on,I got all that I can takeTeach me how to useThe love that people say you made
Stop your parents' carI just saw a shooting starWe can wish upon itBut we wont share the wish we madeBut I cant keep no secrets,I wish that you would always stay
Last night I dreamt the whole night longI woke with a head full of songsI spent the whole dayI wrote 'em down, but its a shameTonight I'll burn the lyrics,'Cause every chorus was your name
Break this tired old routineAnd this time don't make me leave
I am a breathing time machine,I'll take you all for a ride


Friday, April 20, 2012

Kings and Queens


Kings and Queens

Into the night
Desperate and broken
The sound of a fight
Father has spoken

We were the kings and queens of promise
We were the victims of ourselves
Maybe the children of a lesser God
Between Heaven and Hell
Heaven and Hell

Into your eyes
Hopeless and taken
We stole our new lives
Through blood and pain
In defense of our dreams
In defense of our dreams

We were the Kings and Queens of promise
We were the victims of ourselves
Maybe the Children of a lesser God
Between Heaven and Hell
Heaven and Hell

The age of man is over
A darkness comes and all
These lessons that we learned here
Have only just begun

We were the Kings and Queens of promise
We were the victims of ourselves
Maybe the Children of a Lesser God
Between Heaven and Hell

We are the Kings
We are the Queens
We are the Kings
We are the Queens

Thursday, April 19, 2012

For all the saints


1. For all the saints, who from their labors rest, 
 who thee by faith before the world confessed, 
 thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest. 
 Alleluia, Alleluia! 

2. Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might; 
 thou Lord, their captain in the well-fought fight; 
 thou in the darkness drear, their one true light.
 Alleluia, Alleluia! 

3. O may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, 
 fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, 
 and win with them the victor's crown of gold. 
 Alleluia, Alleluia! 

4. O blest communion, fellowship divine! 
 We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; 
 yet all are one in thee, for all are thine. 
 Alleluia, Alleluia! 

5. And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, 
 steals on the ear the distant triumph song, 
 and hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. 
 Alleluia, Alleluia! 

6. From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast, 
 through gates of pearl streams in the countless host, 
 singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost: 
 Alleluia, Alleluia!

Hurt

It hurts
More than it ever has
But
I have come to believe
As time passes
And my heart hardens
As i see life
With different spectacles
Or none at all
Blurring my vision
With imaginations
Frustration, ambition, hope and new dreams
I have realized
That it will be ok
I will no longer hurt so much
The pain will still exist
but i will not suffer
Acknowledge
But not wither in pain

Shame

Okay so I was wrong about
My reasons for us fallin’ out
Of love I want to fall back in

My life is different now I swear
I know now what it means to care
About somebody other than myself

I know the things I said to you
They were untender and untrue
I’d like to see those things undo

So if you could find it in your heart
To give a man a second start
I promise things won’t end the same

Shame, boatloads of shame
Day after day, more of the same
Blame, please lift it off
Please take it off, please make it stop

Okay so I have read the mail
The stories people often tell
About us that we never knew

But their existence will float away
And just like every word they say
And we will hold hands as they fade

Shame, boatloads of shame
Day after day, more of the same
Blame, please lift it off
Please take it off, please make it stop

I felt so sure of everything
My love to you so well received
And I just strutted around your town
Knowing I didn’t let you down
The truth be known, the truth be told
My heart was always fairly cold
Posing to be as warm as yours
My way of getting in your world
But now I’m out and I’ve had time
To look around and think 
And sink into another world
That’s filled with guilt and overwhelming

Shame, boatloads of shame
Day after day, more of the same
Blame, please lift it off
Please take it off, please make it stop

And everyone they have a heart
And when they break and fall apart
And need somebody’s helping hand

I used to say just let ’em fall
It wouldn’t bother me at all
I couldn’t help them now I can

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