When night falls and the warmth of the day fades away to nought, it’s hard not to contemplate and think about the past, reminiscing and regretting, so some extent. Aromatic, yet pungent, acrid yet soothing, the cigarette smoke that wafts through the night sky, blurring your vision. Silence all around, safe for the occasional passing traffic. It’s not difficult to think and wallow about uselessly in past memories.
But all’s been said and done, there isn’t any point crying over spilt milk is there? Decisions, choices, mistakes, regret. It’s funny how the past can get so intertwined with the present, and probably with the future as well.
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up… To more than I can be.You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up… To more than I can be.You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up… To more than I can be.You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up… To more than I can be.You raise me up… To more than I can be.
…to more than I can be.
