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This is a song I started last Spring. I just finished it. I hope my wife can hear it. She died from cancer in October 2011

"What I Mean When I Say Love"

Well there’s a fever breeze and it suffocates the air

Blowing in from sour seas tangling your Saturday night hair

And you don’t feel so pretty, but you still play the part

The beautiful redeemer of my sin-infested heart

 

You mourn the ghost of your old self, you’ve dreamed about the new

You skate along the frozen past that’s breaking under you

You focus on the shoreline where the sunshine warms your face

You stripped me of malevolence and dressed me in your grace

 

And now you find yourself within a fury

And just a little weary from the worry

And I’ve seen you walk on broken glass

I’ve seen you walk the wire

You sing it with the underclass

You sing it with the choir

I know when I fall down you’ll pick me up

And I know when I’ve been thirsty you have given me your cup

And when times have left me tender you have toughened me back up

This is what I mean when I say love

 

I can see the highway rising up to meet my wheels

Like a risen savior come to see just how I feel

Well yes, I feel like swinging, like I should grab my guns

But then I see how selflessly you care for everyone

 

I’ve seen you wear the life unfair with supermodel style

So ring them bells and lift the veil so we can see you smile

There’s nothing in the shadows that can’t be bathed in light

There’s nothing in harm’s way today that can’t be saved tonight

 

I know you’ve got six crosses on your shoulder

And you deserve the gift of getting older

And you’ve sipped from troubled waters

And you’re veins have flowed with fires

You’ve cried with all the sons and daughters

And you’ve sung out with the choir

You know when you fall down I’ll pick you up

And you know when you are thirsty I will give to you my cup

And when times will leave you tender I will toughen you back up

This is what I mean when I say love

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Comment by Cristina on July 8, 2012 at 11:18am

Just stunning.  She was so fortunate to have you, as you so clearly were to be with her.  Thank you for sharing this with us, you speak to my experience with my beautiful (and musical) soul mate, as well.  I hope you are still making your music...the Sting song is just perfectly done.  I recognize the sorrow in your face.  Wishing you peace and songs to ease the pain. 

Comment by Susan L on January 31, 2012 at 7:45pm

This is lovely.  Thank you for sharing.

Comment by Ace on January 31, 2012 at 7:32pm

WOW!

Comment by Eileen on January 31, 2012 at 7:21pm
Incredibly beautiful.
Comment by Sheryl-momof4 on January 31, 2012 at 6:34pm

Amazing!

Comment by t2 on January 31, 2012 at 3:17pm

man, you guys are really sweet. thank you so much.

Comment by North54 on January 31, 2012 at 3:13pm

I don't have the words to give what you have written justice...so beautiful!!! 

Comment by bad ass widow on January 31, 2012 at 2:37pm

Tim, I know I said it before, but this is amazing and I have tears welling up.  I cant wait to hear you sing this with music.

Comment by Cat on January 31, 2012 at 1:32pm

thats great thanks for sharing

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