<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257734839697526150</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:15:53.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ramblings from The Clown and Center Stage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joseph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://volcanocom.com/redskelton-gallerycom/ushop/images/IT74_CVisioneerDocumentsSadWhtFCln.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257734839697526150.post-9204085494747283925</id><published>2007-10-19T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:07:59.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;What have I seen that could be compared to you?&lt;br /&gt;What have I touched like your hand?&lt;br /&gt;There’s not one thing I wouldn’t do&lt;br /&gt;To feel your touch again.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, take away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Com rain in me again.&lt;br /&gt;Wash this soul clean&lt;br /&gt;So all I am is yours;&lt;br /&gt;It’s you I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lift Him up, lift Him up&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hands and Lift Him up&lt;br /&gt;Bless His name with endless praise.&lt;br /&gt;He’ll rain down mercy and grace.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Glory of our God&lt;br /&gt;Praise His wonderful works.&lt;br /&gt;Let him rain down raining Hearts of Joy for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Lift Him up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I seen that could be compared to you?&lt;br /&gt;What have I touched like your hand?&lt;br /&gt;There’s not one thing I wouldn’t do&lt;br /&gt;To feel your touch again.&lt;br /&gt;For you are God&lt;br /&gt;And God you are alone.&lt;br /&gt;Holy, majestic, you are Lord&lt;br /&gt;And all I am is yours.&lt;br /&gt;It’s you alone I adore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lift Him up, lift Him up&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hands and Lift Him up&lt;br /&gt;Bless His name with endless praise.&lt;br /&gt;He’ll rain down mercy and grace.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Glory of our God&lt;br /&gt;Praise His wonderful works.&lt;br /&gt;Let him rain down raining Hearts of Joy for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Lift Him up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You saw who I was and you loved me like Your son&lt;br /&gt;So what now can I do But give Glory and Praise to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lift Him up, lift Him up&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hands and Lift Him up&lt;br /&gt;Bless His name with endless praise.&lt;br /&gt;He’ll rain down mercy and grace.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Glory of our God&lt;br /&gt;Praise His wonderful works.&lt;br /&gt;Let him rain down raining Hearts of Joy for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Lift Him up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257734839697526150-9204085494747283925?l=thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/9204085494747283925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257734839697526150&amp;postID=9204085494747283925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default/9204085494747283925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default/9204085494747283925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/2007/10/raining-hearts.html' title='Raining Hearts'/><author><name>Joseph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://volcanocom.com/redskelton-gallerycom/ushop/images/IT74_CVisioneerDocumentsSadWhtFCln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257734839697526150.post-7483291971030467528</id><published>2007-10-11T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:22:47.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Steal a kiss and run Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Open hearts engage each other to fill a need; a vacancy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how he says the way he loves her&lt;br /&gt;And then she’s his. For a time as this&lt;br /&gt;When friends become lovers and ruin a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;They say, “We need each other. Don’t you see?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can’t they see the heartache&lt;br /&gt;They’ll produce in each other?&lt;br /&gt;When they hang up dry&lt;br /&gt;After giving themselves away?&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Stay with past lovers&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no getting it back&lt;br /&gt;For the one who will stay by your side&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A sweet kiss passed through lips&lt;br /&gt;May send your mind momentarily to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;To walk on clouds, but when clouds come down&lt;br /&gt;They rain on your parade.&lt;br /&gt;Though you think you’re in love, patience is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause what happens if that guy or girl’s not for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can’t they see the heartache&lt;br /&gt;They’ll produce in each other?&lt;br /&gt;When they hang up dry&lt;br /&gt;After giving themselves away?&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Stay with past lovers&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no getting it back&lt;br /&gt;For the one who will stay by your side.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you see yourself held accountable for the actions you’ve done?&lt;br /&gt;If God came down to call his bride home,&lt;br /&gt;would you be found blameless and pure to be his bride for life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because if not, there is forgiveness and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won’t you let him take the place&lt;br /&gt;Of the person you think should&lt;br /&gt;Be your love for good?&lt;br /&gt;And let him be the one - be the one who finds your mate?&lt;br /&gt;Because he loves you more than you could take.&lt;br /&gt;And he wants more than someone who will simply&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate you without love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257734839697526150-7483291971030467528?l=thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://volcanocom.com/redskelton-gallerycom/ushop/images/IT74_CVisioneerDocumentsSadWhtFCln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257734839697526150.post-3499189580386154883</id><published>2007-10-05T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:28:47.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every standard I can't Live up to Be</title><content type='html'>What's this life&lt;br /&gt;if I can't find&lt;br /&gt;A way to break free of the humiliating&lt;br /&gt;broken thoughts I try to keep?&lt;br /&gt;What's this life&lt;br /&gt;if I can't have&lt;br /&gt;one or two escapes from this losing person I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the standards set by me.&lt;br /&gt;could never hold up to who I am to be.&lt;br /&gt;For I am nothing of who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be the one to leave my body to fly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be one to sail the ships across the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fairy tales are much more interesting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;than dealing with the reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I be more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;than what I'm current'y?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day,&lt;br /&gt;night by night,&lt;br /&gt;I push harder and faster&lt;br /&gt;and farther than my last stride.&lt;br /&gt;But still it's I&lt;br /&gt;who's losing sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the standards set by me.&lt;br /&gt;could never hold up to who I am to be.&lt;br /&gt;For I am nothing of who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be the one to leave my body to fly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be one to sail the ships across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales are much more interesting&lt;br /&gt;than dealing with the reality.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be more&lt;br /&gt;than what I'm current'y?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Be'/><author><name>Joseph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://volcanocom.com/redskelton-gallerycom/ushop/images/IT74_CVisioneerDocumentsSadWhtFCln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257734839697526150.post-4754503118753580106</id><published>2007-09-20T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:27:56.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being friends Is the Hardest thing Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If it seems like I'm pushing you away, it's not personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's me, not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't bear to have you see me this way and what I'm going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's me, not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause it hurts so much to know that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;don't have strength to push back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every time I close my eyes I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tears coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's not your fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But you want to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can' let you in on my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You clench your fists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and say, "We will get through this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I can't see why you try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To help me gain my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I get caught with the gun im my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This sin I'm going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is me, not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The stain of blood still covers me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Forgive me, I've lost you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The pain that you go on through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is what hurts me most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You cover your face from my disgrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You accept my blows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's not your fight&lt;br /&gt;But you want to fight&lt;br /&gt;I can' let you in on my life.&lt;br /&gt;You clench your fists&lt;br /&gt;and say, "We will get through this"&lt;br /&gt;But I can't see why you try&lt;br /&gt;To help me gain my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your release your fists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and in times like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I see the holes in your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My blood is in your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257734839697526150-4754503118753580106?l=thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4754503118753580106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257734839697526150&amp;postID=4754503118753580106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default/4754503118753580106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default/4754503118753580106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-friends-is-hardest-thing-ever.html' title='Being friends Is the Hardest thing Ever'/><author><name>Joseph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://volcanocom.com/redskelton-gallerycom/ushop/images/IT74_CVisioneerDocumentsSadWhtFCln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257734839697526150.post-7055651016519943261</id><published>2007-09-01T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T17:16:31.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>All of me is what you see:&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart, some shattered dreams.&lt;br /&gt;5 harsh blows across my back.&lt;br /&gt;A losing life I thought I had&lt;br /&gt;to control. I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;of everything that I hold.&lt;br /&gt;All of me, all of me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's my dreams,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's my fears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's my pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's my tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's my heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make it yours. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be what I was born &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what, what I am:&lt;br /&gt;A cheating dog, a lying man.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the words I spoke&lt;br /&gt;that peirced your heart with wounding blows&lt;br /&gt;that brought the tears to your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It is now I realize&lt;br /&gt;That everything I could be&lt;br /&gt;would never amount to what you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Here's my fears.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my pain,&lt;br /&gt;Here's my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Make it yours.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be what I was born&lt;br /&gt;to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you take my hand&lt;br /&gt;and lead my from this sin I love.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you steal my heart again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257734839697526150-7055651016519943261?l=thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7055651016519943261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257734839697526150&amp;postID=7055651016519943261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default/7055651016519943261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default/7055651016519943261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/2007/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Joseph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://volcanocom.com/redskelton-gallerycom/ushop/images/IT74_CVisioneerDocumentsSadWhtFCln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257734839697526150.post-4053096619268678335</id><published>2007-08-29T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:23:09.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is There beyond this World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Are you a dream? - it's just a question.&lt;br /&gt;Because everything seems to be&lt;br /&gt;falling to pieces in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Do you hold the world in your hands?&lt;br /&gt;Were you there for me in time to hear&lt;br /&gt;my every call, my every fall?&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out grasping at air.&lt;br /&gt;Was it your grasp I felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I am standing on the edge now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking over the side of this cliff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spread out my arms and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am hoping there is someone to lift - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To lift me from my pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To help me live my life again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you there for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you for real - why would you want me?&lt;br /&gt;I am ugly, nothing worthy&lt;br /&gt;Of the attention you give me.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so amazing?&lt;br /&gt;Everything you have told me,&lt;br /&gt;is hard to believe. Why would you&lt;br /&gt;come to earth and die for me?&lt;br /&gt;What's this love you have shown me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I am standing on the edge now,&lt;br /&gt;looking over the side of this cliff.&lt;br /&gt;I spread out my arms and&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping there is someone to lift -&lt;br /&gt;To lift me from my pain,&lt;br /&gt;To help me live my life again,&lt;br /&gt;Are you there for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I could want -&lt;br /&gt;All the world offers,&lt;br /&gt;pulls me down, drags me out,&lt;br /&gt;runs me in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I believe you are the one!&lt;br /&gt;I believe you are the one!&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, all of me.&lt;br /&gt;I am laying down everything&lt;br /&gt;And going after you -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I am standing on the edge now, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking over the side of this cliff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spread out my arms and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am hoping there is someone to lift - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To lift me from my pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To help me live my life again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you there for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause here I am, all of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am laying down everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and going after you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257734839697526150-4053096619268678335?l=thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4053096619268678335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257734839697526150&amp;postID=4053096619268678335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default/4053096619268678335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default/4053096619268678335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-is-there-beyond-this-world.html' title='What is There beyond this World?'/><author><name>Joseph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://volcanocom.com/redskelton-gallerycom/ushop/images/IT74_CVisioneerDocumentsSadWhtFCln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257734839697526150.post-8309153547598686679</id><published>2007-08-27T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:30:43.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisperings through Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A partnerless dance across the floor -&lt;br /&gt;I bow to my shame and I give it one more&lt;br /&gt;Waltz through the room and back here again.&lt;br /&gt;I fall on my knees and I forget to pretend&lt;br /&gt;You should be mine, by my side -&lt;br /&gt;Who did I think I was fooling?&lt;br /&gt;All my life, with the lies&lt;br /&gt;That you would have room enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tears fall again....&lt;br /&gt;And they cry,&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the rain. Can you feel my sorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;When does it stop, when does it end?&lt;br /&gt;When does my heart have a chance to heal up again?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my fingers a dance across these strings,&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here and imagine you listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;A wrong note is struck; the dream is gone.&lt;br /&gt;It packed it's bags, headed out, and took you along.&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong, to push you along&lt;br /&gt;And far away from me?&lt;br /&gt;Did I say the wrong words - words that did hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Should I have even put you in my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tears fall again....&lt;br /&gt;And they cry,&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the rain. Can you feel my sorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;When does it stop, when does it end?&lt;br /&gt;When does my heart have a chance to heal up again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears fall, I fall&lt;br /&gt;Far into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;It is my fault&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God when will the healing begin?&lt;br /&gt;When will it be time,&lt;br /&gt;to put her chapter behind -&lt;br /&gt;To put her chapter behind the back of my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257734839697526150-8309153547598686679?l=thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8309153547598686679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257734839697526150&amp;postID=8309153547598686679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default/8309153547598686679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default/8309153547598686679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/2007/08/whisperings-through-tears.html' title='Whisperings through Tears'/><author><name>Joseph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://volcanocom.com/redskelton-gallerycom/ushop/images/IT74_CVisioneerDocumentsSadWhtFCln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257734839697526150.post-3211574404099094404</id><published>2007-08-23T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:32:32.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"until Death do us Part" I Should Say Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Come, the night is young -&lt;br /&gt;We got our whole lives ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;And let me lead you in this dance?&lt;br /&gt;Let be your partner,&lt;br /&gt;I am everything you need.&lt;br /&gt;Pull down the dirty canvas of past loves,&lt;br /&gt;That are covering the picture of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is this love I lost so willingly?&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my dreams&lt;br /&gt;We were young and we were free,&lt;br /&gt;But now that I am older,&lt;br /&gt;I just seem to accept this reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little moment&lt;br /&gt;We spent together in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Who knew years down the road,&lt;br /&gt;you and I would end up so far from -&lt;br /&gt;From we thought we'd grow up to be&lt;br /&gt;But now we are like all the others&lt;br /&gt;But my feelings still follow you, you see&lt;br /&gt;I've given my heart to no other,&lt;br /&gt;But I've kept it for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is this love I lost so willingly?&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my dreams&lt;br /&gt;We were young and we were free,&lt;br /&gt;But now that I am older,&lt;br /&gt;I just seem to accept this reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're mine -&lt;br /&gt;I see you walking down the aisle,&lt;br /&gt;The veil hanging in your face;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers in your hands&lt;br /&gt;the smile on your face...&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake up&lt;br /&gt;to find me standing alone&lt;br /&gt;Next to the picture&lt;br /&gt;of you and me together.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, How we were young! -&lt;br /&gt;and foolishly in love.&lt;br /&gt;But that never stopped us from,&lt;br /&gt;Giving our hearts to help the needy,&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes - I see you, sweety,&lt;br /&gt;Standing next to Jesus, calling me home.&lt;br /&gt;Two of my truest loves - calling me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7257734839697526150-3211574404099094404?l=thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3211574404099094404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7257734839697526150&amp;postID=3211574404099094404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default/3211574404099094404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257734839697526150/posts/default/3211574404099094404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefallingoutforwhat.blogspot.com/2007/08/until-death-do-us-part-i-should-say-not.html' title='&quot;until Death do us Part&quot; I Should Say Not'/><author><name>Joseph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://volcanocom.com/redskelton-gallerycom/ushop/images/IT74_CVisioneerDocumentsSadWhtFCln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
