Tomorrow's Song - A Switchfoot Project

Song 2)

The world is so very wide
The sky is so very high
And me, so very small I
Easily become lost

The pain is so very sharp
The night is so very dark
I'm just a tiny spark
In a cold, hard winter's frost

But you say, isn't it grand?
You're held up in my hand
And I'll make you to stand through what tomorrow brings
That's why I gave you lungs to sing
I know you often feel so small
But for what you're not I'm all,
and all I am is love, and here's myself
So, let tomorrow worry for itself

I cannot prolong my days
With wishes, wants, and worrying
I can't ever know all things
I merely watch this play

But you wrote every word I sing
I know the pain will surely sting
But you've the best of endings
At the end of all my days

And you say, isn't it grand?
You're held up in my hand
And I'll make you to stand through what tomorrow brings
That's why I gave you lungs to sing
I know you often feel so small
But for what you're not I'm all,
and all I am is love, and here's myself
So, let tomorrow worry for itself



Song 1)

Tonight I wait for the sun
And try to fall asleep
But tomorrow's already begun

In my head
As I lie in bed

I cannot remember
A single good thing I've done
My soul descends December

And my heart is a dead tree
But you say to me

Tomorrow's song is already written
Its already been sung
Death has already been smitten
And I've already won
The battles of tomorrow
Yesterday
Enjoy today
Your old new mistakes
have been erased

And I know with the sunrise
I'll have new fears and foes
But if I let go as you fight
I'll have victory to show
Tomorrow is coming
The sunlight comes running

I cannot remember
Anything good I've become
My soul is dying embers

And my heart is a dead tree
But you say to me

Tomorrow's song is already written
Its already been sung
Death has already been smitten
And I've already won
The battles of tomorrow
Yesterday
Enjoy today
Your old new mistakes
have been erased

The Best 100! Well, 46 of 100 =)

Here are some really good photographs Felicia and I took on 3.11.11 Friday
Photo shoot Title : Abstraction

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Verse + Ready to Write...

Ok folks... I have 25 days to write 300 pages... so adios to sanity for awhile. I thought I'd give you a link to my book blog (which should hopefully be going under some neat renovations in awhile)which is annandock.blogspot.com

The verse for this week :
Isaiah 46:4
I will be your God until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.

ForgetmeKnots

To all those who I wish had not died inside

She wore the color of forget-me-nots at the
funeral
Yellow pants, green converse, dark baby blue
She whispered to the air something sweet and tuneful
But nobody knew you were alive in the pew
and she was talking to you

Ah, ah, ah, forgetmeknots
I've tied you up
Don't pretend you forgot
Tried to say you were dead
But the things that you said
Showed me you were not

You tried to ignore her song in your head
But in the parking lot she caught up with you
She didn't say a word but her eyes instead
Echoed all the hopes she still held for you
And you saw all these things too
But she was a angel why'd she talk to you?
You just laughed "forget me knots"
But when you looked up from the blacktop she was gone

Photo Study 2

Heres some pictures I've taken the past couple weeks! I need to be better about posting them more regularly =)

I tried to capture the moon...

A Stormy Day

Plane By Me

New FREE Pa-Fone

New Effect

Reflections on Writing

Early Morning Light

A Model Cat

Write it all down
Li'l Old Toaster

Oh Richie...

Mamma and I - Highlights in our Hair

Green Tea Wisdom

The Storm of Ivenshanks

The silver stormclouds would gather themselves
and come forth from their swany shells
They inlaid and posed their tears and threats
and cast them down the rivulets
tempests roared with wind most shaken
and what willows wept were taken
clouds of storm burst overhead
and from them forth came lightning dread
Rivered down by dawny banks
was the lad of Ivenshanks
And by a pool beneath a tree
ere he wept for'a sweet lady.
Come with me, lad! She called and cried
and crossed the river's other side
But he held back for fear of not,
and forgot e'r that he truly wont.
She climbed the curtain tails of glory
but he stayed in for it was stormy.
But as the gorgish sky began to sing
he wandered to lean o'r his balcony
and there is where the water would sting
and he tried to fly but he had no wings
He ran to the open arms the tempest
and drew not his coat for the cold so relentless
He shivered himself to the place by the tree
and called out for his bravely lady
But she was already up in the sky
behind her the world was small in her eye
She shouted to him but he heard no reply
and he would weep there 'til the storm leavely die.

Little Sayings

All my life, I have longed to meet with good, sensible people who are a little bit crazy and downright wonderful.

~ My character, Emma Jane