Sunday, 2 May 2010
The Breathing Room- G Clair
breathe, breath·ing. –verb (used without object) 1. to take air, oxygen, etc., into the lungs and expel it; inhale and exhale; respire. 2. to pause, as for breath; take rest: How about giving me a chance to breathe? 4. to move gently or blow lightly, as air. 5. to live; exist: Hardly a man breathes who has not known great sorrow.
She turned her mind toward thoughts of God and pondered on this thing called 'Love'
and how it felt was rather odd to have the thing you're dreaming of.
and not to say that much had changed from all of what she'd felt before
but just her movement towards the thing that gently rapped upon her door
and opening, the air was clean and drifted into darkened mess
and brought with it the scent of spring and promise that would lead to rest
the angry pride from early age and pain she'd buried in the deep
once heated into molten rage had turned to steel in her sleep
and stirring up the settled dust the softest breeze swirled room to room,
the filtered light fell on the crust, the window sill, the broken loom
the cool fresh air, she breathed it in, which fanned the flames of hope again
but woke the sleeping child withi, that bitter pill, the urge to sin
where were you when love was lost and dreams were killed and hope was tossed
and where were you when I was nine and lost my way and one last time
I need to know where Love was when the waves rushed in, and buildings fell
when kids were shot and parents grieved and everything had gone to hell.
She could have slammed the door right then, He would have left, that's just His way,
she had to have it out with Him, and screamed and cried, but let Him stay.
I just don't get your kind of sense which lets a man do what he will
to take away the innocence, to mock your name, and steal and kill.
And then the air stirred in her face, and quiet came to sandy shoal
he spoke of Love's abiding grace and water flowed into her soul
For what is better for your strife, and what is Love to pull the reign
to force a man to choose the life or nudge a man to use his brain?
And what is love to steal the bride and drag her right outside the gait?
I set you free, you run inside I chose you then, you chose to wait.
I hear you well, I understand, the breath you breathe, this rotting tomb
I died for you and every man, to give to you back your breathing room.