Santa Cruz, California, October 28th, 2014

Santa Cruz, California, October 28th, 2014

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Some days, you just need to find a tree, sit down and rest.




Lyrics by Twyla Paris, one of my
 all time favourite songs.


"The warrior is a child"


Lately I've been winning battles left
 and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I'm amazing
Strong beyond my years
But they don't see inside of me
I'm hiding all the tears
And they don't know that I go running
 home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child
Unafraid because His armor is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I'm amazing
Never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet
And they don't know that I go running
 home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child
And they don't know that I go running
 home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and look up for a smile
'Cause deep inside this armor
Deep inside this armor
Deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child










3 comments:

  1. I don't think I've ever heard this song. I think I will look it up.

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  2. I am all caught up now with your blog and very soon I'm going to read your friend's book. Thanks for sharing it with me. I think it may just take finishing Christmas celebrations first. For some strange reason I cannot find time to read during December.

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