belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
23 August 1997
Waiting and waiting
I'm waiting for you
as time goes waiting on
and the sand goes waiting
down my waiting hourglass
in which I am waiting prisoner.
Hoping and hoping
I'm hoping for you
as my life goes hoping on
and my blood goes hoping
through my hoping heart
to which I am hoping prisoner.
Dying and dying
I'm dying for you
as the light goes dying on
and the sun sets dying
behind this dying earth
on which I am dying prisoner.
Copyright © 1997 Charles Fry
la vie me déchire For all the words I didn't write My two calloused hands Hold me in your arms so tightly; When springtime comes soft, sweet and warm the water of life these are the times geraniums sweet of all sweetness when Death first called my name Arms so pitiful Redemption The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own. Oh Seigneur A toi, l'humanité flesh of mortal man, immortal woman again an unknown stranger. canticle to my soul My tender heart dilates with each emancipation