But sometimes..
Believing will be alot better than wishing.
I wish.. Wish upon the Wishing Tree.
给我一个.. 恋爱频率
Tell me how do I live.. without YOU
The lyricists are poets before us. They express themselves through those songs.. sadness, joy, love, gratefulness, anger, disappointment ~ with words. Words that heal, words that affirm, words that figuratively hold your hand when all you need is a touch, words that comfort, words that put meaning back to life and living.
Life would be tougher without music or songs. It will be harder to find aspects of our emotions and our thoughts which easily dissipate within the storms of life: Songs which we hum to while we wait for the bus. Songs we sing softly to as we crouch in that corner of our room while nursing that tinge of pain in the depths of our hearts. Songs which we yell along to because they were successful baits in luring the accumulated angst out of our systems. Songs that trigger memories of a distant past, when the sun never sets and the night doesnt really end. Somehow, there are songs which do funny things to our eyes..
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We all live out our lives entangled in a web of maybes.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Hopes. Wishes. Desires. Longings.
Maybe it wont rain anymore.
Maybe I'll bring you to gramps.
Maybe I'll love you more tomorrow.
Maybe we can meet for dinner.
Maybe we should talk.
Maybe it's better that I leave.
Maybe he was lying.
Maybe he's toying with my feelings.
Maybe he'll get better.
Maybe it isnt cancerous after all.
Maybe he wont come back anymore.
Maybe we'll live happily ever after.
Maybe.. it's a miracle-in-waiting.
Maybe.
Maybe..