Was there ever a time for us? We have this moment you and I. It's ours. How did you keep yourself so beautiful amongst all of this ugliness? I did not come here to meet you, yet I am so much more than I could have ever hoped to have been here standing here with you...even in this rain. All I really have left is memories, a story and a propensity for words, my undying dedication to my family. Taught well to me. Drummed into me unmercifully by my Father. Thanks to him, honor to him. fíor grá: True love. This is a good place for us, for however long we have here...through the duration of this song. I am again, with you. I still see you, water drenched, makeup running in the rain... beautiful...breath catching... ...the streets shimmered with summer rain, showers of warmth overwhelming as I outstretched my arms to receive the tears of the sky, sliding down my arms were slivers of ice cold droplets that came from the over head trees. I was lost in thought again, momentarily oblivious to passers by who might stare at a man standing still in the rain, as I laughed with face upturned to the open sky and felt my hair being plastered to my head. The thought of colds-coughing and next day fevers never passing my mind. I had just found all the answers and even in that memory I recall my lessons. With the sweet songs of the sun comes the shadows of the night, dangerous, ominous, as they may be, they still hold their innocence in this place, their sheer beauty of unknowing of dreaming and dancing and of secret hands holding each other to take step after step together... You stood there...drenched. pure, blind, faith. You are wise, wiser than anything I have ever known and I am always going to be yours, your lesson in life, in the teachings of god and ungod and innocence and struggling within to find a balance that never existed outside of this broken place, but rather gave itself a name to fit into us here who are truly mentally impaired to feel such a thing...equal, free, safe. How humbling. How overwhelming. How as one with you I feel. Through water lidded eyes I can remember you sitting there watching me in my imperfection, paint brush in hand stroke after stroke even when the colors ran in the rain...it felt natural...perfection is unnatural and only in letting what will be...be, do we receive from life that which was meant for us... If only the world understood that which has only just begun to touch the finger tips of the blind. What is there beyond labels of creatures of the unknown?...of...extremely human? Where do we fit in besides each others hearts? Nowhere else, which is "exactly" where we belong. Nowhere alone taking first steps onto the shore of knowledge. Ah!...and now I remember why I am here...to show others love and to remember you. My only one. Written for family. All I really have left is memories and a propensity for words and I recall my lessons, dangerous, ominous, as they may be, love, honor always...We will tell our story. You will live on in us. (True Love) here she comes... Honor also in my writing for U2 and Mr. Luciano Pavarotti. Beautiful, poignant, well captured, respectful and most of all, deepest heartfelt. Thanks for this song. fíor grá. Tuatha lives on.
See Jonathan Kleck the angel of the church of Philadelphia with the key of David love. Jesus the real Jesus the Lord God El has sent him to show us who we are in sea of madness and cruelty we are the angels that fell and need to be turned up . You got to turn it up to see the Kingdom of God and the Truth and Jesus is the Truth. That's the key put it in the lock and turn it upside down to open up and see what's up and who is inside love you Jesus this is all so new.
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man this song....gets me EVERY TIME
THANK YOU U2
Best song ever written 💗
Was there ever a time for us? We have this moment you and I.
It's ours.
How did you keep yourself so beautiful amongst all of this ugliness?
I did not come here to meet you, yet I am so much more than I could have ever hoped to have been here standing here with you...even in this rain.
All I really have left is memories, a story and a propensity for words, my undying dedication to my family. Taught well to me. Drummed into me unmercifully by my Father. Thanks to him, honor to him. fíor grá: True love.
This is a good place for us, for however long we have here...through the duration of this song. I am again, with you.
I still see you, water drenched, makeup running in the rain... beautiful...breath catching...
...the streets shimmered with summer rain, showers of warmth overwhelming as I outstretched my arms to receive the tears of the sky, sliding down my arms were slivers of ice cold droplets that came from the over head trees.
I was lost in thought again, momentarily oblivious to passers by who might stare at a man standing still in the rain, as I laughed with face upturned to the open sky and felt my hair being plastered to my head.
The thought of colds-coughing and next day fevers never passing my mind.
I had just found all the answers and even in that memory I recall my lessons.
With the sweet songs of the sun comes the shadows of the night, dangerous, ominous, as they may be,
they still hold their innocence in this place, their sheer beauty of unknowing of dreaming and dancing and of secret hands holding each other to take step after step together...
You stood there...drenched. pure, blind, faith.
You are wise, wiser than anything I have ever known and I am always going to be yours, your lesson in life, in the teachings of god and ungod and innocence and struggling within to find a balance that never existed outside of this broken place, but rather gave itself a name to fit into us here who are truly mentally impaired to feel such a thing...equal, free, safe.
How humbling. How overwhelming. How as one with you I feel.
Through water lidded eyes I can remember you sitting there watching me in my imperfection, paint brush in hand stroke after stroke even when the colors ran in the rain...it felt natural...perfection is unnatural and only in letting what will be...be, do we receive from life that which was meant for us...
If only the world understood that which has only just begun to touch the finger tips of the blind. What is there beyond labels of creatures of the unknown?...of...extremely human?
Where do we fit in besides each others hearts?
Nowhere else, which is "exactly" where we belong. Nowhere alone taking first steps onto the shore of knowledge.
Ah!...and now I remember why I am here...to show others love and to remember you. My only one.
Written for family.
All I really have left is memories and a propensity for words and I recall my lessons, dangerous, ominous, as they may be,
love, honor always...We will tell our story. You will live on in us. (True Love)
here she comes...
Honor also in my writing for U2 and Mr. Luciano Pavarotti. Beautiful, poignant, well captured, respectful and most of all, deepest heartfelt.
Thanks for this song. fíor grá. Tuatha lives on.
BadAssSong...
See Jonathan Kleck the angel of the church of Philadelphia with the key of David love.
Jesus the real Jesus the Lord God El has sent him to show us who we are in sea of madness and cruelty we are the angels that fell and need to be turned up .
You got to turn it up to see the Kingdom of God and the Truth and Jesus is the Truth. That's the key put it in the lock and turn it upside down to open up and see what's up and who is inside love you Jesus this is all so new.
Bono should promote migrants going to Ireland for their dreams and a better life.