Psycho-Babble Social Thread 3596

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song

Posted by Phil on December 12, 2000, at 13:24:01

There's a valley of sorrow in my soul

Where every night I hear the thunder roll

Like the sound of a distant gun

Over all the damage I have done

And the shadows filling up this land

Are the ones I built with my own hand

There is no comfort from the cold

Of this valley of sorrow in my soul

There's a river of darkness in my blood

And thru every vein I feel the flood

There is no bridge for me to cross

No way to bring back what is lost

Into the night it soon will sweep

Down where all my grievances I keep

But it won't won't wash away the years

Or one single hard and bitter tear

And the rock of ages I have known

Is a weariness down in the bone

I use to ride it like a rolling stone

Now I just carry it alone

There's a highway risin from my dreams

Deep in the heart I know it gleams

For I have seen it stretching wide

Clear across to the other side

Beyond the river and the flood

And the valley where for so long I've stood

With the rock of ages in my bones

Someday I know it will lead me home

From Emmylou Harris 'Cowgirl Prayers'

Re: song

Posted by Noa on December 12, 2000, at 15:30:59

In reply to song, posted by Phil on December 12, 2000, at 13:24:01

Thanks Phil.. I can relate to that. How are you doing? Have you felt the cytomel working yet?

Re: song

Posted by Phil on December 12, 2000, at 20:21:58

In reply to Re: song, posted by Noa on December 12, 2000, at 15:30:59

> Thanks Phil.. I can relate to that. How are you doing? Have you felt the cytomel working yet?

Better energy...somewhat. Depression not responding yet. Give this combo another few weeks and see what happens. Thanks, Noa. You're good people.

Phil

Re: song

Posted by dove on January 4, 2001, at 10:09:24

In reply to Re: song, posted by Phil on December 12, 2000, at 20:21:58

Thanks for the song Phil!!! It really truly describes those feelings I hate to acknowledge, much less talk about or give a name.

The lyrics culminate the hopelessness, the sorrow, and the pain to such fullness, and then supplant it with that thin ribbon of light called hope. Hope despite what we're feeling right at that second, hope far and beyond what our minds can ever imagine or dream of, hope that our mind may deny but our heart aches and waits for...

Thank you so incredibly much Phil! You bring such delicate and beautiful things for the rest of us to enjoy! We *are* hoping, and we're hoping and praying for each other, that's why many of us are here.

With warmth in thought, in gratitude, and in prayer,

dove

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