I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you
Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah...Hallelujah...
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you
Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah...Hallelujah...
We as humans, often create or find glory without even trying or realizing it. We could just as easily find create tragedy, but it is in the mind of the writer, the eyes of the director, the ears of the composer, the scent of the designer, the taste of the stylist, and the hands of the artist...who decide how to give life.
It is what we make it. We are what we make ourselves.
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah...Hallelujah...
We as humans, often in the path of growing up...learning and maturing, we face things that we may or may not be ready for, but it molds us as people. We realize afterward that we of course COULD handle it, because we have defeated it. I know for me, her grip was bounding. She tied me up in her and did not let me go. She broke my throne, my pride, and my kingdom crumbled. She cut my hair like Samson himself, and she was the only one that I gave permission to. She took my strength and seized my heart. I was bound by ropes...in her crumbling temple. From my lips, she drew the glorious cry of fate. I had let her in completely. There was nothing left for me to give. But I will be the first to say that often it will take merciless binding, beating, and betrayal to really mold someone. People need their thrones shattered, their kingdoms obliterated, their strength cut, and their hearts seized. This is what makes us shine. This is how we understand failure, because without knowledge of failure, we cannot be truly successful. We all must have the hallelujah drawn from us eventually, so we know what it is like. We cannot understand light without understanding darkness. We cannot see a laugh or a smile as hope, without knowing the hopelessness of a cry. We cannot truly live full life without understanding regret. We cannot passionately love without understanding heartbreak and abandonment. We cannot appreciate art without depiction of average. We cannot recognize white without recognition of blackness. Unfortunately for us...the negative is natural, and the positive is learned. We understand negativity, evil, and pain, before we ever know what is positive, righteous, and comforting. We must understand how to destroy and kill before we understand how to preserve and save. We are born damned, seeking a cognitive band aid. Disturbia. Though everything has an equal opposite counterpart, we need one just as much as the other. This is what makes our world, perfectly imperfect. This world is simply an opportunity. Why miss it?
It is what we make it. We are what we make ourselves.
Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before i knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
Well, maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
It's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
And it's so funny how things change. It's funny how we can become so comfortable and familiar with a surrounding so quickly. How we can adapt and settle, relocate and re-establish. Natural human instinct, I suppose. Your flag and marble arch used to make me gawk at what I had discovered, now I only see it as a symbol key of potential possibilities of what else I could discover. No longer a treasure, but a reason and a motivation. Every dream starts with an idea, but you can't build your dreams and ideas without understanding your distastes and mistakes. And I most assuredly learned from love, how to shoot someone who outdrew me. You have made me a Blacksmith of love, baby. I am the fastest finger in the wild west coast. But without you...I would have never learned in the first place. This is not a cry that you hear at night, a sobbing scream for help. This is not a path of understanding or enlightenment. This is the life of winning and losing, giving and taking, rolling with the punches. You will fall. Can you stand back up? Blackjack or Bust...
It is what we make it. We are what we make ourselves.
It's not about deciphering between black or white, it's not even about understanding it. It's merely about seeing the specs of white in the black, and the specs of black on the white.
It is about seeing the COLOR of it all.
It is what I make it. I am what I make myself.
It's a Cold & it's a Broken Hallelujah.
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It is what we make it. We are what we make ourselves.
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah...Hallelujah...
We as humans, often in the path of growing up...learning and maturing, we face things that we may or may not be ready for, but it molds us as people. We realize afterward that we of course COULD handle it, because we have defeated it. I know for me, her grip was bounding. She tied me up in her and did not let me go. She broke my throne, my pride, and my kingdom crumbled. She cut my hair like Samson himself, and she was the only one that I gave permission to. She took my strength and seized my heart. I was bound by ropes...in her crumbling temple. From my lips, she drew the glorious cry of fate. I had let her in completely. There was nothing left for me to give. But I will be the first to say that often it will take merciless binding, beating, and betrayal to really mold someone. People need their thrones shattered, their kingdoms obliterated, their strength cut, and their hearts seized. This is what makes us shine. This is how we understand failure, because without knowledge of failure, we cannot be truly successful. We all must have the hallelujah drawn from us eventually, so we know what it is like. We cannot understand light without understanding darkness. We cannot see a laugh or a smile as hope, without knowing the hopelessness of a cry. We cannot truly live full life without understanding regret. We cannot passionately love without understanding heartbreak and abandonment. We cannot appreciate art without depiction of average. We cannot recognize white without recognition of blackness. Unfortunately for us...the negative is natural, and the positive is learned. We understand negativity, evil, and pain, before we ever know what is positive, righteous, and comforting. We must understand how to destroy and kill before we understand how to preserve and save. We are born damned, seeking a cognitive band aid. Disturbia. Though everything has an equal opposite counterpart, we need one just as much as the other. This is what makes our world, perfectly imperfect. This world is simply an opportunity. Why miss it?
It is what we make it. We are what we make ourselves.
Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before i knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
Well, maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
It's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
And it's so funny how things change. It's funny how we can become so comfortable and familiar with a surrounding so quickly. How we can adapt and settle, relocate and re-establish. Natural human instinct, I suppose. Your flag and marble arch used to make me gawk at what I had discovered, now I only see it as a symbol key of potential possibilities of what else I could discover. No longer a treasure, but a reason and a motivation. Every dream starts with an idea, but you can't build your dreams and ideas without understanding your distastes and mistakes. And I most assuredly learned from love, how to shoot someone who outdrew me. You have made me a Blacksmith of love, baby. I am the fastest finger in the wild west coast. But without you...I would have never learned in the first place. This is not a cry that you hear at night, a sobbing scream for help. This is not a path of understanding or enlightenment. This is the life of winning and losing, giving and taking, rolling with the punches. You will fall. Can you stand back up? Blackjack or Bust...
It is what we make it. We are what we make ourselves.
It's not about deciphering between black or white, it's not even about understanding it. It's merely about seeing the specs of white in the black, and the specs of black on the white.
It is about seeing the COLOR of it all.
It is what I make it. I am what I make myself.
It's a Cold & it's a Broken Hallelujah.
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