#song

The father will descend, The father will descend. The earth will tremble, The earth will tremble. Everybody will arise, Everybody will arise. Stretch out your hands. Stretch out your hands. ↗

— In Faith and In Wind

#faith

Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee! ↗

— The Minstrel Boy

#song-lyric #the-minstrel-boy #faith

I will never hurt you. I will always help you. If you are hungry Ill give you my food. If you are frightened I am your friend. I love you now. And love does not end. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#poem #song #tender #food

The word's forgiveness... Look it up. It's what Jesus has in store for you but I won't no matter what! ↗

— Ashton Shepherd

#forgiveness

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds. ↗

— Bob Marley

#independent-thought #self-reliance #song-lyrics #freedom

I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin. ↗

— Madeline Miller

#madeline-miller #the-song-of-achilles #freedom

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us ↗

— Jim Morrison

#song-lyrics #death

When I'm old I shall give up writing the big stuff and shall wander round the park thinking of songs. ↗

— George Lloyd

#big stuff #give #i #old #park

The sky is full of dreams, but you don't know how to fly. ↗

— The Killers

#band #beautiful #brandon-flowers #day-and-age #dreams

You know, poets and songwriters have long known that people like repetition. You know, poets and songwriters have long known that people like repetition. I guess when I say people, I mean everyone but my Grandfather. He hated anything that was so monotonous as repetition. That’s why he loathed walking so much. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, and on and on. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#humor #poets #repitition #songwriters #walking