Sometimes, your life story seems as if it might be told in the lyrics of a song; or maybe one special moment of your life can be captured in that way.
For me, the purpose (collectively) of our lives is to stimulate art.
How can any of us, in our modesty, create art?
Children often seem as if they are our only hope.
But I do not believe that.
As we work with kids, urging them to be creative, we also are talking about ourselves, our needs to express our truths, our desire to tell our stories.
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it OK
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
--Sarah McLachlan
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