Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
I like the lyrics and listening to the song is just like listening to a story...
(Music & Lyrics: Mac Davis - 1972)
On the quiet street in the city, a little old man walked alone
Shuffling through the autumn afternoon and the autumn leaves reminded him
Another summer's come and gone, he had long lonely nights ahead waiting for June
Then among the leaves near an orphan's home, a piece of paper caught his eyes
And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands as he read the childish writing
The old man began to cry cause the words burned inside him like a brand
"Whoever finds this, I love you
Whoever finds this, I need you
I ain't even got no one to talk to
So, whoever finds this, I love you!"
Well, the old man's eyes searched the orphan's home and came to rest upon a child
With her nose pressed up against the window pane and the old man knew he'd found a friend at last
So he waved at her and smiled
And they both knew they'd spend the winter
Laughing at the rain and they did spend the winter laughing at the rain
Talking through the fence exchanging little gifts they've made for each other
The old man would carve toys and the little girl would draw pictures of beautiful ladies for him
And they laughed a lot but then one day on the first of June
The little girl ran to the fence... the old man wasn't there
And, somehow she knew he was never coming back so she went back to her little room took a crayon,
And wrote
"Whoever finds this, I love you
Whoever finds this, I need you
I ain't even got no one to talk to
So, whoever finds this, I love you!
Friday, November 16, 2007
C'est La Vie
C'est La Vie, a french verse means 'that's life'.
God doesn't grant us power to foresee the future but God does give every human a chance to appreciate the present... Very unfortunate, not everyone would understand the real way to appreciate...
