Saturday, 10 September 2011

Can I sit with you?


I sing myself to sleep
A song from the darkest hour
Secrets I can't keep
Insight of the day
Swing from high to deep
Extremes of sweet and sour
Hope that God exists
I hope I pray

Drawn by the undertow
My life is out of control
I believe this wave will bear my weight
So let it flow

Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, down
In sympathy

Now I'm relieved to hear
That you've been to some far out places
It's hard to carry on
When you feel all alone
Now I've swung back down again
It's worse than it was before
If I hadn't seen such riches
I could live with being poor

Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, down
In sympathy

Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me
Those who find they're touched by madness
Sit down next to me
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate

Down
Down

Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, down
In sympathy

I took this photograph a couple of times and everytime I cleaned and recleaned my lens but still something was sitting down next Wynand's son as he sat by the fire waiting for his dad "Ice" to finish the first Night Games of the summer.

As in James' song Sit Down, I am drawn to sit down as I too hide my feelings from the outside world and only when I'm alone do I drop my guard. As I look at this photo and listen to to words of this song, I realise that I am not alone. If you also wondered if it was only you, then please come sit down next to me. Share the warmth of the fire and we can laugh at the world.

1 comment:

Jane Hoskyn said...

From an older wise one: be who you are, say what you need to and let them see who you are and where you are! Wonderful pic :-)

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