Someone once sang love is a battlefield...this is not true for me it is my own mind that is my battlefield in which I wage wars against myself daily because, not to be cliché, I am my own worst enemy.

9.7.07

where angels dare

i just need to type for a second if you don't' mind. i'm tired yet i still have three more hours, though all i've done is read...and write e-mails today. i was waiting all day but i suppose it's okay since no one else seems to have a problem with it. i'm trying to figure out how to do this. how to live a breath my odd schedule and stupid job. i honestly hate it. but it's a job not a career and that's okay cause it's not forever nor does it have to be. another door will open up, things will work out they always do. somehow things just move on, nothing is world ending if you don't let it be. i told you about my affirmation statements from my counselor, I have one of my own: "It's going to turn out okay, everything will be fine." It helps calm and reassure me enough for me to be calm and think logically. There's a song that ever since the first time I heard it, it has had a calming effect on me. It's a song by Clay Crosse, which I think was originally done by someone else but his version is the one that soothes me. It's called Where Angels Dare, I don't know why it soothes me, maybe it's the melody maybe it's the words but I like it, it speaks peace to me. peace is important to me, it always has been.

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Where Angels Dare
as sang by Clay Crosse

Outside in a winter world
Sits a woman all alone
It's not the air that seems so cold
It's the love she's never known
Outside in a winter world
A lonely child roams
Will ever loving arms unfold
To give his soul a home

So they're living on hopes, and they're living on dreams
While the devil is pushing them to extremes
Can their spirits be strong, when for loving they long
For the day will come, when they must move on

Chorus:
Where angels dare to walk, there you must walk
Where angels dare

Outside in a winter world
There's a man who's lost his love
So many secrets left untold
Should he turn and look above
Outside in a winter world
One old man sits alone
He thinks of all the years gone by
And what little love he's known

So they're living on hopes, and they're living on dreams
While the devil is pushing them to extremes
Can their spirits be strong, when for loving they long
For the day will come, when they must move on

Where angels dare to walk, there you must walk
Where angels dare
Where angels dare to love, there you must love
Where angels dare

We all have troubles in our lives that we must face
We're all just players in this game we call the human race
The human race

I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
W. B. Yeats