an oldie, but a newie

This recent round of mixcorps required me to dig up all of my old CDs. You see, my car was broken in to at least 3 times while I was in college, and since then I refused to buy new CDs, they seemed useless, and out-dated, and old. So for years I've been saying how I don't have any CDs. But, this is an apparent lie. I have a bunch. Not all are great, but I recently spent some time ripping them all to my iTunes. The result of which has been nothing short of pleasant.

I was walking to school the other day, and a song came on. A song I haven't heard in years. But the lyrics resonated with me. Lyrics that had been long forgotten. It came up in a week where I probably needed it most, to be reminded of earlier times - of who I was, or who I wanted to be. And how far off I've fallen. Because as much as I've forgotten, I am still unhappy with answers that I don't feel, and I am still open to the one more chance I'll be given. I am still flying off the rooftops and falling into laughter!

Soul Mate by Sarah Wheeler:

She is looking for a soul mate.
You see, she’s waiting for an answer.
And she’s been listening to all he’s said,
To everything he gave her.
But these words, they are not helping,
You see, ‘cause she doesn’t feel it.
And all the anger that was once inside her,
She’s transformed it and revealed it.
And she is packing up her suitcase.
You see, she never really moved here.
You see, she never planned on staying.
And she is giving up all her fear.

She is climbing now, up the ladder.
Peaking out from the rafters.
Flying now, off the rooftops.
Falling now, into laughter.

There’s an ocean in her mind now,
She can feel the pulling currents.
There is an undertow, which carries her,
It’s taking from her vision.
And there is something that does guide her,
But it is only just a feeling.
And it is only just a glimpse there of
The hand, which you are giving.
And she is sure that this is one more chance,
One chance she’s been given.
I saw her running for the doorway,
I saw her holding to her vision.
And she is going to grab your hand dear,
So please, pull her through the window.
And she is going to walk into the light
With shadows all inside her

And she is climbing now, up the ladder.
Peaking out from the rafters.
Flying now, off the rooftops.
Falling now, into laughter.