Sunday, February 6, 2011

Perhaps Love...


Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home

Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through

Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of change
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Thunder when it rains

And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know



Courtesy: John Denver

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

BLOWING IN THE WIND

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man ?

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea ?

How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free ?

How many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see ?

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?

How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?

How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind.




Courtesy – Bob Dylan