"All language is but a poor translation."
Franz Kafka

Friday, October 1, 2010

found this gem on Tyler Knott's blog... and have fallen in love with Tracy Chapman.




When all my hopes and dreams
Have been betrayed
I stand before you
My hands are empty

I am yours
If you are mine

When I fall and stumble
Flat on my face
When I'm shamed and humbled
In disgrace

I am yours
If you are mine

When voices call me
To question my faith
When misperception
Taints my love with hate

I am yours
If you are mine

When time decides
It won't stop for me
When the hawks and vultures
Are circling

I am yours
If you are mine.

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