I was picking my guitar the other evening as Michelle and I were relaxing, and I randomly started playing a song that I wrote about fifteen years ago. I was surprised that I remembered all the words. There was a period in my life where every song I wrote had "pain" or "hurt" in it. Obviously this one came from that period...
The Pain
There’s Joanne, tears in her eyes so red
Her wrinkles in a frown as she turned to me and said
She said
“They’ve taken my little girl away from me
And given her to her father
He has done unspeakable things to her”
There’s the Jones, a picture of the perfect family
A lovely home and pretty faces, a steady salary
Life was so pretty
But now I hear that the mom is with another man
The children are so confused
“It’s our fault that mommy’s gone away,” they say
And I don’t know how to stop their pain
No I don’t know how to stop the pain
All alone with a flood of loneliness that never ends
I sit home by the phone; desperation is my only friend
Sometimes I think I would almost rather die
Than to sit here alone and be alive
And I close my eyes and cry my self to sleep; I weep
And I don’t know how to stop the pain
No I don’t know how to stop the pain
There was one in the garden, blood dripping from his pours
He said, “Father take this cup, but not my will be done
Only yours.”
And he went to the cross and through the pain
Yes the Son of God went through the pain
But I don’t know how to stop the pain
And I still don’t know how to stop the pain
Maybe there’s no way to stop it…
Posted by Frank Yamada at November 16, 2004 03:25 AMThis is so good. I am in that place lately - as a minister I QUITE often hear stories of such amazing pain and despair and human depravity. And I admit, it gets to me. I haven't yet figured out what to do with it all.....
Maybe there's no way to stop it.
Boy, you needed to be listening to less Tears for Fears and more Howard Jones back in the day!
(Nice work, though, as usual)
Posted by: Matt at November 17, 2004 05:57 PM