The attached music/video,“The Whale”,was a #1 hit in Australia back in 1972, written and sung by my good friend Terry Fielding, and we celebrated his 76th birthday during the week.
At Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word: Fresh. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … Below is my response to their prompt Fresh.
The weekend monthly Colour Challenge, at Weekly Prompts is: Blues! Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … My poem below mentions ‘Blue’
Today’s post is a poem (Originally titled “Between the Lines”) that I revised/rehashed this morning … I might be wrong, but will I ever be right …
“And I have carried on this war. Though no one wins an endless fight. I have claimed that God has guided me. And killed to prove I’m right.”Lyrics From Damien Rice’s song, “What if I’m wrong”
Between Lines, Who Holds the Power
Do you see, a man walking on water?
Did you see, his feet were bleeding?
Do you read, the missing scriptures?
Did you read, your own family tree?
Do you hear, speechless angels singing?
Did you hear, the songbirds crying?
Do you feel, the erased wars calling?
Did you feel, the hard rains falling?
Do you know, the ones who are lying?
Did you know, the refugees are dying?
“What If I’m Wrong”, Lyrics, by Damien Rice
I could wrestle with tomorrow Until tomorrow’s in the past Because I have torn apart what’s beautiful To prove that nothing lasts I have stayed locked behind these doors To show there’s no way out I got lost within the space between The question and the doubt I have built a wall between
What I believed and what is true I have sacrificed the love I had For power over you
I have convicted those who disagree And walked over the weak I have placed a gun within the mouth Of those who dared to speak
And on an ordinary day In an ordinary way I have crushed the minds of children With extraordinary shame
And I have carried on this war Though no one wins an endless fight I have claimed that God has guided me And killed to prove I’m right
What if I’m wrong What if I’m wrong What if I’m wrong What if I’m wrong
Is this soul worth saving at all? Cause if I lose my wings then surely I must fall And the gods prayed to the gods they made
We could wrestle with tomorrow until tomorrow’s in the past We could tear apart what’s beautiful To prove that nothing lasts
We could stay locked behind the doors To show there’s no way out We could get lost within the space between The question and the doubt
