In my hands, I hold the ashes
In my veins, black pitch runs
In my chest, if I can catch this
In my way, the setting sun
Dark clouds gather ‘round me
Due northwest, the soul is bound
and I will go on ahead, free
There’s a light yet to be found
The last pale light in the west
So wild flowers will come up where you are.
You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
Composer: Giacomo Meyerbeer (1791 - 1864)
Work: Pater Noster (1857)
Performer: Philharmonia Chor Stuttgart; conducted by Helmut Wolf
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?
Have you given up?
Does it feel like a trial?
Buster and I feel exactly the same way about Daylight Savings…
An additional roundhouse kick wouldn’t be out of place either, but…yeah.