Free – Jill Scott

Free, free, free
Free like a willow tree
Free like a summer’s eve
Free like the waves that are crashing on the side on a solitary beach
Free like a bumblebee
Free like the open sea
Free like the minute, second, moment when you hold me closely

Free like a flying dove
Free like the moon above
Free like the four letters that spell out L-O-V-E, love
Free like the bluest sky
Free like wings up high
Free like, free like, free like, free like
Free the brown in my eye
Free like the tears that I cry
Free like, free like, free like, free like

Free like a willow tree
Free like the summer’s heat
Free like the waves that are crashing on the side on a solitary beach

Songwriters
DANVERS, TOMMY / NEEDLE, JAMES CHRISTOPHER

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Nothing Missing Nothing Broken

Nothing missing Nothing Broken

Nothing Missing Nothing Broken by FedoraI have had something missing inside me since I was about 9 years old. A piece of me died and as a result many things in my life became broken. I had nothing but broken relationships with men. I have many broken friendships. I have had my heartbroken several times. I became so accustomed to things not working.

But brokenness will catch up with you eventually and cause you turmoil, emotional turmoil that will follow you until you deal with it. This turmoil is a mixture of hurt, fear, and anger. You spend years hurt from the pain inflicted upon you by those who were supposed to love you. As a result fear keeps you from ever opening your heart to love another or to receive the love. Then you are angry because you realize that you are not fulfilled but can’t escape this cycle of hurt, fear and anger.

Today I am whole! I no longer have anything missing and nothing broken in my life. God has closed up all of those old wounds. I am still facing one more situation though but the root of this is already dead. The only thing left is to close the door. I no longer run from these things. Instead I run to them. Why, because there is freedom on the other side of the door. Many never reach that point because they won’t even face the hurt so they can get to the door.

But I did and I am now able to walk in my freedom. I am finally whole and ready to embrace life fully. I am excited about what this year is going to bring because everything will be new. Everything! So starting it out on a clean slate being totally restored emotionally, spiritually and physically sets the stage for a purposeful and exciting destiny.

Sometimes U Make Me Smile by Floetry

When I think of you.
You make me smile (smile)
Sometimes you make me smile,
I can feel you.
I’m missing you.

Where is my heaven?
Where can you be?
How do I get there?
Do I believe?
Where is my sunshine?
Where is your light?
I wanna see you,
So you can make me smile.

Sometimes you make me smile.
Sometimes you make me smile.
Sometimes you make me smile I can feel you.
I’m missing you.

The most fragile part of me,
Nurses our strongest connection.
You live in my memory.
With a philosophy,
That now offers me completion.
I’m so well.
And it’s strange to be.
I’m torn by misdirection.
You’re my ambassador.
You personify my admiration.
So beautiful.
I live for you.
As you live for me.

Sometimes you make me smile.
Sometimes you make me smile.
Sometimes you make me smile I can feel you.
I’m missing you.

This is such a happy ever after.
You traveled miles,
Now we’re past the finishing line.
We’re starting on time.
My music wears your name,
If they knew where to look.
They’d find it.
You showed me.
I am I,
Because you be.
Forever.
So magnificent.
The most amazing story I ever told.
So much more to be written.
Thank you.

Sometimes you make me smile.
Sometimes you make me smile.
Sometimes you make me smile, I can feel you.
I’m missing you.
My love, love love
Missing my love.
I know I can hear you.
I’m missing you.

I only pray my skin be as soft as yours.
My wisdom flow so fluidly from my mind.
My eyes speak so truly of my spirit,
And my laughter speak the clarity of time.
You were once the I, that’s now missing you.
You were once the baby, born.
And you had dreams of making a difference in the world.
My journey was formed.

I feel you (I feel you)
I hear you (I hear you)
I see you (I see)
I believe in you (I be)
But I cry (I)
I cry (I)
My light (my light)
My light

I feel you (I feel you)
I hear you (I hear you)
I see you (I see)
I believe in you (I be)
But I cry (I)
I cry (I)
My light (my light)
My light

I feel you (I feel you)
I hear you (I hear you)
I see you (I see)
I believe in you (I be)
But I cry (I)
I cry (I)
My light (my light)
My light

Written by Natalie Stewart, Marsha Ambrosius, Darren T. Henson, Keith Isaiah Pelzer • Copyright © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

Sometimes We Die a Little

Sometimes
Our hearts cause us
To make decisions that
Bring us joy

While our mind
Tells us to stop
Because it thinks
It needs more

Sometimes
The simple things
Are enough
To satisfy

But the masses
Keep saying
You need
To multiply
To diversify

Sometimes
Our lives spiral
Out of control
Not because we lie
But because
We choose to die

When we make choices
That reflect the world
Choosing not to live
According to His word

Sometimes
We forget
That we are humans
Flawed from within

Failing to realize
With God
We will always win

Freedom

Just some of my thoughts on.. Freedom

Freedom

The chains broke yesterday…today confirmed. I am free! What does my freedom mean to me? What is freedom?

Being bound is like watching the world exist without you. Everyone seems to be moving except you. You are stuck and can’t seem to catch up.

Being free is like viewing the world as it happens, taking in every second, word, and action. Experiencing things as they occur and anticipating the next round.

I am excited in ways you would never know. My mind is full of energy to create. The words flow. The ideas come fluidly. Action is not too far behind. Decisions come without rashness. Careful consideration is given to all that I encounter.

The road is open and clear. For once I get to take my time and explore things prior to committing. I am a bit selfish as well but damn I deserve it. I turned 50 this year. It’s my turn to receive.  I like my freedom. No, I LOVE my FREEDOM!!

Fedora