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Delina and I decided to spend an evening writing a song. She came over with a bottle of wine and sat strumming her guitar while I finished up some email business. She played a haunting series of notes over and over again while telling me some of her life story. As she spoke and strummed, I began to get vivid mental pictures of the story she was telling me, bits and pieces here and there of a magical child with a heart of shiny fallen pebbles and her own personal, whispering angel/guardian on a breath-taking mountainside ... a magical child who still crouched and listened for footsteps on the stair and who would run to place a chair against the door... Without Delina noticing, I nodded and hmmm'ed every once in a while... and put the images she was giving me into type, exactly as her story unfolded. When she was done I printed off her own story and gave it back to her, saying "Here. Sing these words over the chords you were just playing." she's riding shotgun on a dark sunday shadow, wings unfolding can you hear them sing? she has a face of sunshine, a heart of shiny fallen pebbles she wants everything... there's a little girl inside, hiding, sticks and stones and broken bones chair against the door but the angels tell her that's not what she's for... there's a house on a windy road in a forest on a blue mountain just the sweetest air brilliant beauty, sweeping glory, swim like mermaids on the water surely god lives here there's a little girl inside, crying... trying on a new promise footsteps on the stair but the angels tell her that's not what she's for... sleep and dream, everything dear that you hold... you gotta have... sweet dreams, let your wings unfold... she has a covered wagon, circled horses, magic potions and a silver ring she wears her scars like mink stoles and precious gems she has everything... so the angels tell her that is what she's for the angels tell her that is what she's for... sleep and dream, everything dear that you hold... you gotta have... sweet dreams, let your wings unfold... the angels tell her... |
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