belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
20 October 1997
The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own.
Your sobbing heart writhes within my chest.
Reaching out I gently take your trembling hand.
Oh, where is there solace for a troubled soul.
Falling and flying, and living and dying.
The vast arms of eternity beckon us on.
Into pain? Into madness?
Where is there light for mangled eyes.
We're alone in the universe and I'm holding you.
Afraid to be near; afraid to be apart.
For no other sees so plainly my nakedness;
no other reaches so deeply my heart.
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