Current mood:	tired
Current music:	NEWS - Sayaendou

Train ride inspiration
I wrote this on the way home while sitting on the train. Don't ask me where these thoughts came from or what it means, because honestly I don't know myself. I know I was reading something that made me cry right before, and somehow my feelings poured into words. Yet, knowing me, this may not be about just one thing or anything at all since my mind never tends to work in a straight line.


Give me the hand of God for a day

Give me the hand of God for a day
Give me his hand let me mould his clay
So I can create a new dimension
Where man's mind is free from evil ambition

For I am scared, 'Scared?' you ask
Yes, this be my selfishness that speaks
Scared of living yet another day
Knowing I am only this weak

Time passes, and people grow and the land around me changes
Yet I remain as immature as I was
Since before I could tie my own laces

See even in this poem, it turns to myself
No matter what its good intentions
Can I turn my thoughts to that which is beyond me
Am I in need of divine intervention?

Who am I to run away?
Who am I to be so dismayed?
This once given chance should be received with honour
No receipt, no return for a different colour

Who am I? What role do I play?
What do I seek and what should I say?
The gift of life I have already been given
To write my book is the journey of living

When you see a hand, will you not shake it?
When you see a tear, will you not comfort it?
When you see a death, will you not mourn it?
Thus is the citizenship of man

When you see the sun, will you not adore it?
When you see the water, will you not savour it?
When you see the land, will you not cherish it?
Thus is the citizenship of man

For I am a child of the spirit of the Earth
And for my Mother I will care
Let me wipe away this adolescence
Clear dysfunction from the air

Yes give me the hand of God for a day
Lend me his precious eye
That I may caress the world with love
Before the day I am due to die


And if you feel so inclined to hear an audio version (because I was somehow in the mood to make one *wink*) then: click me - 5.2mb/mp3

It's a bit blurgh, but I was too lazy to record it more than once o.O;; *listens again* urgh... it really is blurgh... I so need to work on not OVER articulating some things.

Saffy feels weird now.