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CAST TOUR TROUBLES TO THE SEA
When life seems to all go wrong,
and troubles seem so huge.
I am here for you,
I will be your refuge.
So take your troubles,
and cast them to the sea.
Reach up your hands,
and call to me.
When pain sets in,
and cuts you apart.
I am here for you,
I will ease your heart.
When sorrow eats you,
deep inside.
I am here,
I am by your side.
So take your troubles,
and cast them to the sea.
Reach up your hands,
and call to me.
When all your friends,
turn and walk away.
You can be sure,
I am here to stay.
For I am your God,
My love forever true.
And I will never,
ever desert you.
So take your troubles,
and cast them to the sea.
Reach up your hands,
and call to me.
Reach up your hands,
And call to me
Let it go
I don't know if I can do it all over again
I don't think I can take all the damage from within
If I let you back in, will it be different this time?
Or will this dance keep on going until we die?
Round and round we go
Who will get the final blow?
Do I want to know?
Why can't I just let you go?
Holding onto hope
Why can't I just let it go?
(Chorus)
You don't think that you have ever done anything wrong
You don't know when to shut your mouth, you sing the same song
If you're wanting back in, it will be different this time
For this dance can't keep going on until we die
Round and round we go
Who will get the final blow?
Do I want to know?
Why can't I just let you go?
Holding onto hope
Why can't I just let it go?
I lack the courage, I need the strength
To let you go
I seek assurance, but rely on faith
To let this go
Round and round we go
Who will get the final blow?
Do I want to know?
Why can't I just let you go?
Holding onto hope
Why can't I just let it go?
Why won't I just let you go?
Why won't you just let me go?
3/18/25
Anthem of the Broken Hearted
If you've ever been trampled and stepped on
If you've ever had your heart torn apart
Or you've woken up to find your love gone
And you were left all alone in the dark
You can let go of the pain
Better days are on the way
This is for the broken hearted
Raise your glass if you say
I will keep pushing through
Calling all the broken hearted
Clinch your fist in the air
I will not die for you
I will not die for you
If you've ever been silenced or shot down
If you've ever been rejected so hard
That you felt like you just wanted to drown
So you could be left alone in the dark
You can let go of the pain
Better days are on the way
This is for the broken hearted
Raise your glass if you say
I will keep pushing through
Calling all the broken hearted
Clinch your fist in the air
I will not die for you
I will not die for you!
This is for the broken hearted
Raise your glass if you say
I will keep pushing through
Calling all the broken hearted
Clinch your fist in the air
I will not die for you
I won't die for you
I'll keep pushing through
I will not die for you
3/24/25
The Silence Between Tears
The day fell like a crumpled note,
tossed into the wastebasket of time,
a whisper, a cough, a footstep fading,
the sound of nothing,
the echo of things left unsaid.
I walked through streets without pavement,
over stones that remembered me not.
Each window was an eye, unblinking,
a stare of glass indifferent to grief.
The wind pressed against my cheek,
not a caress, not a blow,
just a presence,
like the weight of a name no longer called.
I did not weep, though my heart did,
a different kind of pain,
a betrayal of the body's rituals.
Tears demand permission,
but silence sneaks in, unbidden,
settles between the ribs,
lodges behind the throat,
a ghost pressing against the edges of breath.
And so the hours unravelled,
like a frayed sleeve in a forgotten coat,
threadbare, loose at the seams,
and still I walked,
searching for the shape of sorrow,
in the absence of rain.
Night came in its sensible shoes,
soft-footed, practical, gray.
No stars, no moon,
only the hum of a world
that did not know I was breaking.
I sat on the edge of the bed,
hands resting like relics on my knees.
And the heart wept again,
as it always does,
quietly,
where no one can see.