Supernatural- Flyleaf (Awesome Lyrics!)
Her headache’s constant
Increasing in pain with
each passing day
She can’t even manage to stand on her own
It’s gotten so bad
Now you think of saying
There’s no use in praying
Still she bows her head so she can say,
“Thank you for just one more day.”
Supernatural patience
Graces her face
And her voice never raises
All because of a love
Never let go of
Never let go of
He has every reason to throw up his fists
In the face of his God who let his mother die
Through all the prayer and tears
She still passed in pain anyway
Now you think of saying
There’s no use in praying
Still he bows his head so he can say,
“Thank you for ending her pain.”
Supernatural patience
Graces his face
And his voice never raises
It’s all because of a love
Never let go of
Never let go of
He is teaching me
What love really means
Supernatural patience
Graces his face
And his voice never raises
It’s all because of a love
Never let go of
Yes it’s supernatural patience
Graces his face
And his voice never raises
All because of a love
Never let go of
Never let go of
He is teaching me
What love really means
For Zoe…
Zoe is my friend, and it turns out we’re in very similar places in life: she’s just finished school and is going onto to further education, I’ve just finished college and about to head out on my gap year. However, at the moment, we’re both waiting for these new adventures to happen and looking back on the ones we’ve already had. I wrote a song called “Between Chapters”, which is all about the tension of anticipating the future and letting go of the past. So here are the lyrics (dedicated to Zoe):
Is this the start, or is this the end?
I feel pulled in both directions;
The challenge of letting go
And the invitation to move on.
I’ve crossed the finished line,
But the race is about to begin.
Caught between the chapters
Of a book that’s still being written.
Tying up loose ends
And making new connections.
This time has a purpose, a reason:
To rest, to prepare, to be filled, to be sent out.
Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here?
The path winds on,
But my feet won’t move.
I look over my shoulder
And all I can see…is home.
The Game We Play 