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A candleflame flickers in the darkness,
so small, and dim, and warmthless.
Today’s faint glimmer is lost and dying out;
There’s only darkness tomorrow.
I still believe in yesterday’s values,
I still believe in heroes of old,
but those are passed, their power is all gone;
Their light can’t brighten tomorrow.
A wounded heart lies broken in the darkness,
alone, afraid, unheeded.
The cruel, cold shadows are pressing all around
a dark, forsaken tomorrow.
I still believe in yesterday’s values,
I still believe in heroes of old,
but they can’t change the heartbreaks of today;
Their light can’t brighten tomorrow.
A lonely child is weeping in the darkness,
feebly moaning in grief and loss.
No one knows about the tears he sheds alone;
More lonesome pain comes tomorrow.
I still believe in yesterday’s values,
I still believe in heroes of old,
but they can’t heal the aching hollows in the soul;
Their light can’t brighten tomorrow.
A broken life is curled up in the darkness,
without a shoulder to cry on,
no strength of will left for crying anyway;
Why even bother with tomorrow?
I still believe in yesterday’s values,
I still believe in heroes of old,
but they don’t care about the broken of today,
nor will they brighten tomorrow.
A weary heart lies down beside the wounded,
so tired and worn out from suffering,
yet looks and sees the wounds, and by compassion moved,
gives strength for healing tomorrow.
I still believe, in yesterday’s values,
I still believe in heroes of old,
but maybe they are just examples for today,
not meant to brighten tomorrow.
A lonely child is heard weeping by another.
A mended heart hears with empathy,
and shares the mourning and the grief of bitter loss,
makes pain less lonely tomorrow.
I still believe, in yesterday’s values,
I still believe in heroes of old,
but I believe that the people of today
must care to brighten tomorrow.
A child consoled, calls into the darkness,
gently urging a broken life,
that there’s a candle, still shining in the dark;
Rekindled hope for tomorrow.
I still believe, in yesterday’s values,
I still believe in heroes of old,
But we’re all broken, imperfect, and alone.
Yet we can brighten tomorrow.
This sort of idea has been kind of weighing on my mind lately, flitting in and out of the egde of my thoughts, not in a depressing way, really, just, in a convicting way. There are so many people out there hurting, and I think everyone is hurting, somehow, even if just a little. I sometimes wonder how much pain would be eased if everyone got so tired of looking at their own hurts and feeling alone, that they looked at someone else and tried to help them...
I've believed for some time now that the scarred heart is the one that can be warmest... people who've been hurt can have the greatest empathy. And I think that if everyone in the world tried to meet the needs of just one other person, then it just might be that everyone in the world wound up with someone helping them. Sometimes, I think we force ourselves to be lonely.
I don't know... just... just a thought.
I just felt... convicted while writing this. I've known more than my share of pain, but I was lucky enough to have people around me that cared enough to reach in and pull me out and hold me up out of it until I could get my feet underneath me-- so to speak. Other people out there aren't that lucky... who's gonna pull them out? Why not me? Why not you? Why is it that it takes a celebrity dying after living a life in depression or pain for us to remember that there are countless people who are also suffering?
There are large portions of my life that I don't remember very well, or at all, with sharp, clear instances of defeat or sadness or pain mixed in... but those times are in the past for me. My today is a little brighter.
What about the people whose today is as dark as their yesterday, and maybe they can't even bear to think about tomorrow?
I don't know... I guess I'm babbling. I'm not depressed or hurting or anything, don't worry. But I can remember being there, and I guess I just feel... moved at the realization of so many people still being in that living hell.
The words started coming while I was driving home today, and I just started singing them (which isn't something I'm prone to doing... I can sing, but I generally don't try to write music)... and well, this.
It's got a tune to go with it, but I unfortunately lack competence in jotting down musical notes even when I know what I want them to be... so I guess it's just gonna be lyrics here.
Anywho... as always, comments and thoughts are appreciated.
I have such a massive to-do list I gotta get at... but I took the time to jot this up, so I figured I might as well post it.
You guy's keep lifting each other up.
The Dweller in Sane,
~Feanor
