Most of the time it's the lyrics that get me. I can find something deep is the most ridiculous songs sometimes! Yesterday I listened to two songs that really made me think.
This song is so utterly moving to me. My sister sent it to me once when we were going through a rough family patch. She reminded me that we always had each other. Haven't you ever felt like you were just trying to scrape up yourself and hold on? I have. But every time, every single time, God has sent one or all of my friends to stand next to me and face whatever it was. This song always lifts me up and holds me, and I listen to it and sing it as a prayer for my own friends- that I can be this for them as well. Women are powerful. And when we face things bound together we are a force.
Love is a hurricane in a blue sky,
I didn't see it coming, never knew why,
All the laughter and the dream, all the memories in between, washed away in a steady stream.
Love is a hunger, a famine in your soul.
I thought I planted beauty but it would never grow.
Now I'm on my hands and knees, trying to gather up my dreams, trying to hold on to anything.
We could shake our fists at times like this, when we don't understand,
or we could just hold hands.
You and me, me and you, where you go, I'll go too,
I'm with you, I'm with you.
'Till your heart finds a home, I won't let you feel alone,
I'm with you, I'm with you.
You do your best to build a higher wall.
To keep love safe from any wrecking ball.
When the dust is clear we will see the house that love rebuilt,
guarding beauty that lives here still.
You and me, me and you, where you go, I'll go too,
I'm with you, I'm with you.
'Till your heart finds a home, I won't let you feel alone,
I'm with you, I'm with you.
Who can say I'm left with nothing?
When I have all of you, all of you.
In the way you've always loved me,
I remember, He does too...
You and me, me and you, where you go, I'll go too,
I'm with you, I'm with you.
'Till your heart finds a home, I won't let you feel alone,
I'm with you, I'm with you.
Me and you are gonna make it through, me and you.
I'm with you, I'm with you.
Niki had on the music station on her TV last night and a throw-back one hit wonder country song (Sorry, S) came on. I loved this song when it was out and I think I still do. I have been conducting an inner debate with myself lately on my strengths and what I am good at. I am good at my job right now. I get by. But I was great at my last job. Like- really, really good. But I didn't like the person it made me. That's a weird place. It's kind of hard sometimes to find your spot and balance what you can do with where you want to go with who you want to be. Plus- I really was the second verse here. I fought and fought and kicked ass and just hit the ceiling. That "glass ceiling" has my finger prints all over it. A lot of this song is who I want to be.
...You're brave and beautiful.
So hold your head high.
Don't ever let them define the light in your eyes.
Love yourself, give 'em hell,
You can take on this world.
You just stand and be strong and fight like a girl...
She was wheeling and dealing.
Kept on hitting that same glass ceiling.
She was never gonna be one of the boys, no.
She could have given up her ambitions,
And spent the rest of her life just wishin'...
So hold your head high.
Don't ever let them define the light in your eyes.
Love your self, give 'em hell.
You can take on this world,
You just stand and be strong and then fight like a girl.
Oh, with style and grace, kick ass and take names...
(You just have to love that last line!)
