Why am I cast down Why am I cast down If you would be friend to me
Don't say. "I love you." If you would be friend to me
Don't say. "I love you." I need your love Don't call me special or unique.
Just take the time to know me. And affirmation too much
to clutch at the straw of words. But I'm not the whole world.
I am myself, and I don't know who I am anymore.
But could we take the time
Do you have the time
to talk to me
let me know you care
before rushing off to your next conquest?
Is it so terribly important
to save the world
if we can't stop to save a friend?
to be friends?
Is there time enough for that
in this era of instant brotherhood?
If I ever did.
I don't want your promiscuous loving.
Give that to the faceless world.
You made me think you cared for me,
And I believed in you,
You told me things you never meant,
And made me think them true.
I gambled in the game of love,
I played my heart and lost,
I'm now a wreck, upon life's sea,
Alone I pay the cost.
You made me what I am today,
I hope you're satisfied,
You dragged and dragged me down until
My soul within me died;
You've shattered each and every dream,
You fooled me from the start,
And though you're not true,
I still wanted to believe in you.
That's the curse of an aching heart.
The dreams I dreamed of future joys
You smiled on, through you knew,
Deep down within your faithless heart,
They never would come true.
Still further on you lead me till
My paradise I saw,
Then with just a word or two, you banished
all my hopes for ever more.
Don't call me special or unique.
Just take the time to know me.
I need your love
And affirmation too much
to clutch at the straw of words.
How easily words flow
in this new Christianity!
Everyone loves everyone.
The whole world
is the whole world's lover.
But I'm not the whole world.
I am myself, and I don't know
who I am anymore.
If I ever did.
I don't want your promiscuous loving.
Give that to the faceless world.
But could we take the time
to be friends?
Is there time enough for that
in this era of instant brotherhood?
Do you have the time
to talk to me
let me know you care
before rushing off to your next conquest?
Is it so terribly important
to save the world
if we can't stop to save a friend?
And despondently sad
When I long to be happy
And joyous and glad?
Why is my heart heavy
With unfathomable weight
As I try to escape
This soul-saddened state?
I ask myself often ...
"What makes life this way,
Why is the song silenced
In the heart that was gay?"
And then, with God's help
It all becomes clear,
The "Soul" has its "Seasons"
Just the same as the year.
I, too, must pass through
Life's autumn of dying,
A desolate period
Of heart-hurt and crying.
Followed by winter
In whose frostbitten hand
My heart is as frozen
As the snow-covered land.
Yes, man too must pass
Through the seasons God sends,
Content in the knowledge
That everything ends.
And, Oh! What a blessing
To know there are reasons
And to find that our soul
Must, too, have it's seasons.
"Bounteous Seasons"
And "Barren Ones," too.
Times for rejoicing
And times to be blue.
But meeting these seasons
Of dark desolation
With strength that is born
Of anticipation
That comes from knowing
That "autumn-time sadness"
Will surely be followed
by a "Springtime of Gladness."
And despondently sad
When I long to be happy
And joyous and glad?
Why is my heart heavy
With unfathomable weight
As I try to escape
This soul-saddened state?
I ask myself often ...
"What makes life this way,
Why is the song silenced
In the heart that was gay?"
And then, with God's help
It all becomes clear,
The "Soul" has its "Seasons"
Just the same as the year.
I, too, must pass through
Life's autumn of dying,
A desolate period
Of heart-hurt and crying.
Followed by winter
In whose frostbitten hand
My heart is as frozen
As the snow-covered land.
Yes, man too must pass
Through the seasons God sends,
Content in the knowledge
That everything ends.
And, Oh! What a blessing
To know there are reasons
And to find that our soul
Must, too, have it's seasons.
"Bounteous Seasons"
And "Barren Ones," too.
Times for rejoicing
And times to be blue.
But meeting these seasons
Of dark desolation
With strength that is born
Of anticipation
That comes from knowing
That "autumn-time sadness"
Will surely be followed
by a "Springtime of Gladness." Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown.
We were so close, there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds
We all had caught the same disease
And we all sang the songs of peace.
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown.
So raise the candles high
'Cause if you don't we could stay black against the night
Oh raise them higher again
And if you do we could stay dry against the rain.
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown.
We were so close, there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds
We all had caught the same disease
And we all sang the songs of peace
Some came to sing, some came to pray
Some came to keep, the dark away
So raise the candles high
'Cause if you don't we could stay black against the sky, oh
Oh, raise them higher again
And if you do we could stay dry against the rain.
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown, you gotta
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down, you gotta
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown.
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