Berichten van 23 maart 2018

Everything must change
Nothing stays the same
Everyone will change
No one, no one stays the same

The young become the old
And mysteries do unfold
For that's the way of time
No one, and nothing goes unchanged

There are not many things in life one can be sure of
Except rain comes from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
Hummingbirds fly

Winter turns to spring
A wounded heart will heal
Oh but never much too soon
No one, and nothing goes unchanged

The young become the old
And mysteries do unfold
For that's the way of time
No one, and nothing stays unchanged

There are not many things in life one can be sure of
Except rain comes from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
Hummingbirds fly

Rain comes from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
Hummingbirds fly

Rain comes from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
Hummingbirds fly

Everything must change

Nina Simone

You're my desert, the line between the sky
and where the world gets solid
and willing to divide
I corner you in the bedroom
I find you at the sink
I picture you in the morning
I reach for you in my sleep

I was in love, with the sky it's like a drug
I was in love, with my windshield at twilight

In the back room of my memory
Lives a small boy stocking shelves
of numbered periodicals,
and the dreams I don't write down
got a typist on the bottle,
my stock boy only twelve
and dozing in the showroom
my many other selves
I was love with the sound of it all
I was in love, with not knowing, anything at all

I was in love, with the sky it's quite a high
I was in love, with my windshield at twilight

I was love with the sound of it all
I was in love, with not knowing, anything at all

Emily Wells