Because Patty Griffin speaks to my heart.
Because I love you and that family of yours...
Because the little dreams we dream are all we can really do.
Kite
Patty Griffin
The Sunday after, there was laughter in the air
Everybody had a kite they were flying everywhere
And all the trouble went away and it wasn't just a dream
All the trouble went away, and it wasn't just a dream
In the middle of the night
We try and try with all our might
To light a little light down here
In the middle of the night
We dream of a million kites
Flying high above the sadness and the fear
Little sister, just remember as you wander through the blue
The little kite that you sent flying on a Sunday afternoon
Made of something light as nothing
Made of joy that matters too
How the little dreams we dream are all we can really do
In the middle of the night
The world turns with all its might
A little diamond, colored blue
In the middle of the night
We keep sending little kites
Until a little light gets through
1 comment:
THANK YOU!
I am smiling tonight. And you have helped me do it. And it feels good.
Familiar. Better.
I guess I have a very low threshold for sad. It doesn't wear right on me at all.
But, now, take a slightly crooked smile, with slightly coffee-stained incisors shining beneath a slightly silly nose, framed by highly smile-lined cheeks -- THAT wears on me like the best pair of jeans, ever.
I think God just wired me to be cheerful. And so He is helping me to be.
And for now, that's enough.
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