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far far
away
wounded
trade-ins
before you
shelter
stubborn kindness
a falling
    star
sing with
     me
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the fairground 
blind enough
    to see
© sparrowland 2008

FAR FAR AWAY - Lyrics

 

 

She flings the letter at the waste-bin,

followed by her broken heart -

"Of what use can it be

in a world where love must play the doormat's part?"

It's true that she knows ample of being trampled down,

and things look different from the ground.

"Where's that book of fables, of childish ever-mores?"

She throws it from the shelf and here it opens on the floor,

where a song she never understood

has more meaning than before:

 

"There is, far far away, beyond the darkness of this day,

 rest that the wise will long to find.

A broken world can throw no shade

on a hope that does not fade,

and every shadow will be left behind.

This is no make-believe far far away."

 

Fifty years have ambled by and here's a soldier coming home.

Beneath a smile that's paper-thin he keeps troubled water

in his eyes unknown,

until at night he weeps for the places where he's been

and the bitterness he's seen.

"Can I believe in goodness

when my eyes are scarred with hate?"

His old gran has heard his cries, and he tells her of his fate.

"Here's a truth," she says, "not as light as it might sound,

as many years ago I found."

 

 

The place that I call home is beyond the reach of stains,

and so in spite of all I've known of sticks and stones

and words that break more than our bones,

the hope I have remains.