Soon I will begin to be able to string a few words together and "write" again. In the meantime, I'll let someone else do the talking again.
Hang my head low, so low
Don't see me only as I am but see me how I long to be
Shining like a flowering tree under a gray Pennsylvania sky
Look for me as you go by
Hang my head low, so low
Every burden shall be lifted
Every stone upon your back slide into the sea
It's me for you and you for me
I love The Innocence Mission. They're the only band I can listen to for hours and stare into space to. They remind me of my grandma's house when I was little, and soldiers coming back home to small town after World War II, and the mercy of a god that I don't admit to people I still believe in, and teenagers holding hands on a bridge over a stream, and college when it would snow for the first time in November.
Friday, August 10, 2007
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