I heard this song a few times before on the radio, and how it made me feel this morning was no different: I found it impactful, meaningful, and straight from the heart. This is one of those songs that makes me step outside of the norm of what I typically listen to, and makes me thankful that I have such a diverse taste in music. If you keep an open mind it can really inspire a reflective moment, or two, or many. From a romantic perspective, most of us can relate to it from some experience in our life – past or present.
Case and point, I found the lyrics profound and the performance top notch. The song required a singer that could convey the necessary emotion this song deserves, and Elliot (the singer) does exactly that throughout the song. Without his sincere conviction through vocals, I wouldn’t of been as enraptured with it as I was while listening to it. It’s another song for the “love song list,” and I hope you take my recommendation to hear it.
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Song: Wait For You
Artist/Performed By: Elliott Yamin
I never felt nothing in the world like this before
Now I’m missing you
& I’m wishing that you would come back through my door
Why did you have to go? You could have let me know
So now I’m all alone,
Girl you could have stayed
but you wouldn’t give me a chance
With you not around it’s a little bit more then i can stand
And all my tears they keep running down my face
Why did you turn away?
So why does your pride make you run and hide?
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know it’s a lie what you keep inside
This is not how you wanted to be
So baby I will wait for you
Cause I don’’t know what else i can do
Don’t tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
Baby I will wait for you
If you think I’m fine it just ain’t true
I really need you in my life
No matter what i have to do I’ll wait for you
It’s been a long time since you called me
(How could you forget about me)
You got me feeling crazy (crazy)
How can you walk away,
Everything stays the same
I just can’t do it baby
What will it take to make you come back
Girl I told you what it is & it just ain’t like that
Why can’t you look at me, your still in love with me
Don’t leave me crying.
Baby why can’t we just start over again
Get it back to the way it was
If you give me a chance I can love you right
But your telling me it wont be enough
So baby I will wait for you
Cause I don’t know what else i can do
Don’t tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
Baby I will wait for you
If you think I’m fine it just ain’t true
I really need you in my life
No matter what i have to do I’ll wait for you
So why does you pride make you run & hide
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know it’s a lie what your keeping inside
That’s not how you wanted to be
Baby I will wait for you
Baby I will wait for you
If it’s the last thing i do
Baby I will wait for you
Cause I don’t know what else i can do
Don’t tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
Baby I will wait for you
If you think I’m fine it just ain’t true
I really need you in my life
No matter what i have to do I’ll wait for you
I’ll Be Waiting.
“Dust In The Wind,” by Kansas, is a song I find myself attracted to at times when I find myself depressed with misery tossed into the mix. A heart bleeder to be sure, or at the very least, another song that would cause most people to stop, ponder, and reflect. Life is very fragile, and I think it’s therapeutic to be reminded from time to time how precious and priceless are the loving elements and aspects around us, but equally important to remind us what’s really important – dismissing the negative shit that plagues us in day to day media and propaganda.
We have but one life to live. “Only for a moment, and the moment’s gone.” And, in the end, “all we are is dust in the wind.” So, what really matters to you? Is it really worth being pissed off from day to day? Is the fuel of rage worth savoring, and does feeding the fire of any negative emotion worth the ultimate sacrifice – a life consumed and devoid of inspirational purpose unto thy self? Remember that the next time you get pissed off, sad, or else wise negative. “Don’t hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky. It slips away, all your money won’t another minute buy.” Now awakened with that thought: it’s up to you to decide how to let outside influences affect your emotions.
That all said, if you figure out how to follow my own advice and insight: well then, tell me how. I’ve included the lyrics to this song in review below, and also re-posted a previous poem that summarizes more eloquently everything I’ve been trying to discuss here.
© 1998-2009 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment). All rights reserved.
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“You are free to serve the chains that bind you.” ~ Legend of the Dragoon, PS Game
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Song: Dust In The Wind
Artist: Kansas
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind.
Oh________________
Don’t hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, all your money won’t another minute buy
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind (everything is dust in the wind)
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What Will Matter
© 2003 Michael Josephson
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won’t matter where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you lived, at the end.
It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence, but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone.
What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident. It’s not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.
What is my romantic torment?
It is the wine that has lost its flavor. It is the food that nourishes me not. It is the feeling of being completely and utterly alone even amidst a crowd of companions. It is each dull and lifeless day that passes, uneventful and unchanged, without her – my true and only. It is laying in bed half awake and half asleep while tossing and turning, and when sleep comes I’m plagued with nightmares of how unprotected and vulnerable she feels without me. I yearn to be at her side as a moth is drawn to a flame. My soul is as parched as a desert, and only she will quench my insatiable thirst.
Till then, my arms remain empty. I am the protector of no one. I am a soul mate to no one. I am but a shadow awaiting light. All of this and more is my romantic torment. And it is worth enduring, and so I do, for the day I find her.
~ Romantic Torment, 2008
© 2008 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)
The Prefect Lie
Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)
11/22/08
It’s just the same, as it was before
my mind slips into another conundrum
and it’s getting harder and harder to breath.
I can’t seem to help it anymore,
I can’t seem to control myself.
These demented thoughts rape my will to live.
Progression abounds around me,
and yet I remain stagnant in murky waters.
Everything changes but the soul.
And, now here I am (again); left to wonder
if it would be better to surrender.
I need a fucking reason to hold on.
What’s right. What’s wrong.
I lose either way I fall.
These moral dilemmas are tearing me apart.
Everything I ever truly wanted
was always just outside my reach.
Everything I ever truly loathed,
was always lying next to me.
I stumble. I fall.
I scream in fits of rage.
I claw. I bleed.
I cry in silent agony.
Solace always seems so enigmatic,
salvation a dying man’s wishful dream.
Tragedy abounds the broken hearted,
while no one is as they seem.
Masquerading a picture perfect world,
we scorn those that object our filthy lies.
Yet, we’re the ones truly disgusting inside.
And for all these reasons,
and for all those unsaid.
I ponder what’s the worth of living,
if we’re already dead.
What more needs to be heard,
with such a profound realization?
What more needs to be seen,
to acknowledge the truth of a statement?
What more needs to be felt,
to convey our tragedies and broken miseries?
“Abashed, the devil he stood,
and felt how awful goodness felt.”
And now I know why;
it hurts to trust in the perfect lie.
© 2008 by G.C.M. (aka RomanticTorment)
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