He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sunrise.
– William Blake
Long Time Gone
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sunrise.
– William Blake
What Do They Know
I face the world with a smile, no one knows what is hid inside.
They see only happiness, they can’t see the tears I’ve cried.
When I am alone I hurt, because here I do it well.
In front of all the watchful eyes my heaven turns to hell.
The judge and jury awaits me, everyone has a say.
In a life that hangs suspended for yet another day.
Who are they to judge if what I have done is right or wrong?
In the end I gave them up, but inside still sing their song.
I don’t know how to find the strength I thought I had.
If only I could play tough it wouldn’t be so bad.
They say that life goes on and someday I’ll smile again.
But, how do they know my pain without being where I’ve been?
I’ve traveled so far from home, and can’t find my way back.
Somewhere along the way I must have jumped the track.
Although, they may have forgotten me, I still sing their song.