haiku

humbled, penitent
yet honest. no turning back.
open heart journey.

glimpses

As a part of my life, a part of my heart, is being stripped away, day by day....Lord, draw me close.  Fill that empty spot.  Repair me, fill me with your everlasting wholeness and healthiness of spirit and heart.  The places where I latched on mistakenly to something that did not help my healing or growth, but only hindered it and shadowed my  view of my everlasting Father, Healer, Protector...cleanse me of those, Jesus.  Rush in with the power of your spirit to renew and empower me to walk humbly in the paths you have laid out for me to follow.  A path that is bathed in your warm sunlight, delighting in new life and the fullness of a healthy heart.  Thank you, Jesus, for these glimpses of good things to come.

"For now we see through a glass, darkly, but then face to face."
1 Cor. 13:12

"For I have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear, but I have received the spirit of adoption by whom I cry out, "Abba, Father'."  Rom. 8:15

"Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is none upon earth that I desire besides you.  My flesh and my heart fail; but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."   Ps. 73:25, 26

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.  For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.  So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.  For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."  2 Cor. 4:16-18

Thanks, Rihanna

I'm friends with the monster
That's under my bed 
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy Yeah, you think I'm crazy
Oh it's nothing...


(I just had to...i love this song!!!)
:-)

Duck Dive

I did a little duck dive yesterday...



Like a surfer ducking under the breaking waves as she paddles out to sea..
I took a dive under the waves, into the deep, dark waters of sadness & dark thoughts.
A preoccupation with death is perfectly normal for people going through a bit of depression during a difficult time, and I'm no exception.  Thankfully, these duck dives are short.  Duck down,



...take a peek at the darkness and the sharks that swim below the waters...



and then I'm up again. Still paddling, still moving forward.



I know who I am, and I'm not turning back.  Got my bearings, headed in the same direction again.
Yes, these currents, riptides and breakers make it difficult to get out there on the soaring waves of freedom, but I'm still paddling.  Not getting to where I want to be as fast as I want to go, but it's all about the journey.



These dunkings are actually making me stronger.  The sting of the salt water, the panic of not knowing which way is up, the darkness and the sudden chill of the deep, deep waters that lurk below me.  The unknown. I experience them, and realize that through it all, I'm still alive.  And ok.
Getting through these periodic dunkings is all part of the process. One day I will rise above these waves...and I will surf.



Now truth be told, as obsessive as I am about everything "ocean" and the water sports associated with it, I have never actually surfed in my life.  Boogie boarded, yes, I go whenever I have the chance, even messed up my ribs pretty bad once in a boogie boarding accident, but I still love it.  Yet my goal in this lifetime is to one day take some lessons and get on a surfboard and really do it.  My dream is to live in a tropical place where I could surf every day, all year long, if I wanted to.  Like...Costa Rica.  Start out long boarding in the steady, beginner waves of Playa Tamarindo, then graduate to a short board and try the fast rides of the infamous Salsa Brava in Puerto Viejo. Even if I'm an old granny by then.  I know, you may say I'm a dreamer.  But I"m not the only one.  (hey, that sounds like a song...)

Take me deeper

I think the day I die will be like walking into the ocean.

I will be on a warm sandy beach. Bathed in morning sun. Standing hand in hand with my children and the people I love, those who love me. We walk towards the edge. I embrace my loved ones one last time. Hopefully I receive forgiveness from those I have hurt, and they release me.

I walk alone through the shallow water, the foam washing over my feet. Stepping further out, crashing through the breakers. I move steadily forward, eyes fixed on the great blue unknown. As the waters rise to my neck, I do not fear. For You are leading me, calling me..Deeper than my feet could ever wander.

I reach for You, as the salt water rushes in.. my heart panics...but I keep my eyes above the waves. For I am yours, and you are mine. I gasp, I choke, all goes black.

But you are there with me. Your hands reach me..and my faith is made stronger in the presence of my Savior.

My body sinks as my spirit rises..and I swim among the dolphins and am suddenly surprised by the sound of my own laughter as these lovely creatures dance playfully around me, delighting in the frolic with their new human friend.

And Jesus holds my hand. Smiling, laughing. We swim together. Riding the fins of sharks...

the backs of manta rays...

the tails of whales, in the dance of the currents...and I sing...

You call me out upon the waters

The great unknown, where feet may fail

And there I find You in the mystery

In oceans deep, my faith will stand

And I will call upon Your name

And keep my eyes above the waves

When oceans rise My soul will rest in Your embrace

For I am Yours, and You are mine

Your grace abounds in deepest waters

Your sovereign hand will be my guide

Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me

You've never failed, and You won't start now

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders

Let me walk upon the waters

Wherever You would call me

Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander

And my faith will be made stronger

In the presence of my Savior

I will call upon Your name

Keep my eyes above the waves

My soul will rest in Your embrace

I am Yours, and You are mine

I am Yours, and You are mine

I am Yours, and You are mine

I am Yours, and You are mine

(By Hillsong United.)

 

 

 

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Danger in Comfort, cont'd....

...and when you are met with resistance, (as you WILL and as I am now, as I speak...),

...when others don't understand...

stand your ground.

Be open and honest about your heart.

Yet be compassionate.

Then do not forget the calling on your heart, your spirit...

to Run the Race that God has called you to..

Run with perseverance...

Do not bend or become yoked

in a trap of comfortable stagnancy.

Do not let the waters of your heart stop moving,

don't let the green algae of stagnancy begin to form.

NO!!!!

Reach down

to that inner spring of pure, fresh water

inside your soul.

that geyser that Jesus set in motion

when you gave your life to Him...

and NEVER GIVE UP!!!

and Nike, one more thing...one more word in that phrase...

JUST DO IT...(even when you're...)...AFRAID.

 

 

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Danger in Comfort

ahh, finally. a quiet house. quiet mind. time to blog. But as I sit down and prepare to review today's Body Combat class, I realize that I don't have much new material to write about. We did some of the same tracks we've done before, the same moves I've been working on for the past 8 months or so. For example, one track we did, according to Robb, had moves from 7 different MMA's (mixed martial arts) in it. Some of these that I recognize were: from Capoeira- the ginga and esquiva, from Muay Thai- ascending/descending elbows, streetbrawler punches, jump knee, from boxing- double hooks, double uppers, power hook, speed jabs, etc., and karate's snap kicks, roundhouse kicks, cross guard and more. Nothing new. oh but here's one new thing, I learned a new word in the Portuguese language , the word for "circle", which was used when we did our ginga moves in a circle. What was that Portugese word? (sigh.) for the life of me I cannot think of it now. oh well.

Nevertheless, it was a good workout. Here's Robb's take on it, as he put it out on Facebook and I quote: "Well done, Mad Cary Moms! For those who missed it, we did 3 no-punches leg tracks. Turbulence, Warrior's Dance, Ring the Alarm. All 3 are just kicks, knees, squats, lunges & Capoeira goodness! It was brutal!"

yes, he's right, it was brutal, and here are some youtube clips to give you a better visual idea of how brutal: (copy-paste if these links don't work, sorry!)

Turbulence:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XFp3FIOiA0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Warrior's Dance: (check out the girl in the blonde ponytail, man, she is wicked!!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuHHUYgXKJM&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Ring the Alarm: (woman-athlete's-body-envy!!!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qDOKgIVYB8&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Tommy Damani, Body Combat Tips & Tricks (a very good instructional, though I didn't watch all of it, just got the gist of it, he's like the body combat guru..)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66YogNh5Lpk&feature=youtube_gdata_player

So there it is. A good tough work-out, I'm feeling it already, but mentally it felt a bit too comfortable. It's like pulling an old favorite sweatshirt over my head, I know what the moves will feel like on my body, I can jump into the rhythm pretty easily now, developing better muscle efficiency as I go. Comfort. That's all fine and good.

But therein the problem lies. If I'm not being challenged by new things, I'm not growing. I need to be learning new things, thrown into new situations where I feel totally awkward and newbie-ish again, even embarrassed by ocassional instructor critiques and my own wonkiness. So maybe I need to spend more time at the boxing gym, try out that sparring class, maybe even something cool like a place that only teaches capoeira, which I love for its dance-like fluidity and gymnastic moves.

It's the same in life. Whether it's in physical progress, creative pursuits, occupational goals or spiritual areas, I'm learning the danger of just remaining in a place that's "comfortable", but stagnant and unfulfilling. We all need to be stretched, to feel those growing pains and to risk the consequences of some new changes/improvements in our lives. Push past the boundaries. No dream is too big. Not a pride thing, just need to move towards the highest possible goals that I can reach. Don't fear change, don't get comfortable, or the evils of complacency, pride and laziness will set in. I'm preaching to myself here. Be open. Pray, seek God, humble myself...and then MOVE!! Whatever it is. A new workout. An art class. Learn a new language. Never stop learning. That's my inspiration for today. Just do it. (thanks, Nike)

 

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Blogger Stats

question: What do Moldovians, Americans, Germans, Brazilians, and Turks have in common?

answer: They are the five countries represented by this blog's audience this week!!! and yes, in that order. Moldova, by the way, is a small, poor country in Eastern Europe. Whudda thunk I'd have the most viewers there? weird!!!

love these blogger stats...

hello out there! (or shall I say... alo!...hello!...guten tag!...ola'!...merhaba!!!)

 

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Thoughts from the sink

 

I love washing dishes at work. I know that sounds weird, but I do. Not the whole time, of course, but when the craziness of Holiday Drinks BOGO Happy Hour has me a bit stressed out, and the introvert in me has had enough interaction with all the coffee-drinking public in the world, it seems, I am just ready to go soak my hands in some hot soapy water and play with the power sprayer and the dishes for awhile. Besides, I'm a water person. It's got a strange soothing effect on me.

I also welcome being sent back to do dishes because it gives me a chance to slide back into my silent little world of my own thoughts. Last night was no exception...except that something had just occurred that required a little extra thinking time. What happened was...

...something slipped. A bit of personal information that I didn't mean to share with my co-workers, but it slipped out as this particular girl and I were joking around, and our conversation was slipping into that gray area of crossing some lines of inappropriate sharing. This, of course, is just the norm for this person, as she has absolutely no boundaries, it seems, and will loudly blurt out the most candid, uncalled-for details of inappropriate topics in front of everyone at work, including the customers, creating awkward embarrassing moments on a daily basis. But I also like her openess, in that despite some vulgarities, she's a very genuine person that is easy to talk to. Ok, so a little detail of my own life slips out, and she's like, "ohhhh, I'm so sorry!!!!" And I assure her it's ok, it's just a little crisis or trial I'm going through right now. I tell her that it's actually easier to tell people like her that I don't know very well than the people I've known for years. As I said, "Here I can just say, 'oh yeah, I'm a _______ and a ________ ' and you'd all be like 'ha ha ha, ok!!' and not be shocked like I'm supposed to be this perfect mom who's got it all together or something..." And she's staring at me and saying, "but you always look so happy!" And this conversation has only lasted about 10 seconds so far because we're always talking super-fast in-between waiting on customers, plus I've already had about 3 venti size caffeinated drinks... So right after this little bomb drops, the drive-thru "ding" goes off in our headsets, we're back to "hello, welcome to starbucks, may i take your order?" and it's as if that exchange never happened.

But it did. And we never get to finish the conversation because then she gets to punch out and leave for the day and she's late to something already and rushes out. And I'm left to think. In the sink.

So I'm pondering all this as I attack the dishes. And I'm thinking about what I would've said if I'd had the time, and the courage, to do so. About her comment, "but you always look so happy". hmmm, I guess she hasn't been reading my blog, plus I'm a good pretender. But really, I felt encouraged by that comment, and I know that the one thing that separates me from being a totally devastated person at home and on the job is my hope in Christ. It's His grace that keeps me going. I'm reminded of this verse:

"But in your hearts set apart Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect...." – 1 Peter 3:15

I am actually thankful, in a strange way, for this trial I'm going through, because it has given me a new perspective on sharing Christ with others. I am so aware of the fact that in no way whatsoever can I stand upon a platform of perfection or of good works of any kind, in sharing the good news of Jesus, but only from the realness of my own stinkin junk. Where I can relate with people. And share with them not in a churchy way, but a real way, about how the Jesus I love and adore is the one who befriended the freaks and the outcasts, and was criticized by the church people of his time for doing this. But Jesus reached out to them, like he does me, and he forgives me!

And about me looking happy? well, yeah, I'm a great pretender, but also... I am learning that when I feel sad, I can think about the small happy things in life, like the beauty in nature, or just the comfort of a warm, cozy bed after a long night of mopping floors, washing dishes and serving people lattes. I can also compliment others or thank them, pointing out the positive things in the people around me. And most of all, I can thank God for my life, my family, and his grace.

 

"Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow." ---Psalm 51:7

And one more verse jumped out at me before turning out the light last night...

"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new." 2 Cor. 5:17

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Amen.

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in the zone

 

Going to the gym, to these classes, means so much more to me than just a physical workout. It's a gift to myself. This time to be totally me, to stretch myself in more ways than one, to push the limits of my physical self, release my mind, and if the music is just right, I push past these boundaries...where the soul, spirit and body are one. Reminds me of this quote I had hanging on my wall back in college:

"At the root of all the various manifestations of dancing lies the common impulse to resort to movement to externalize emotional states which we cannot externalize by rational means." (Jamake Highwater)

Dance is just pure movement, embodied by this oneness of soul & spirit as well, to me. Today I danced. In Body Combat, it was the dance of a fearless warrior, so intent on defeating my imaginary opponent that I was more fiercely focused than I've been all week. And in Body Flow, it's pure flowing, magical movement. Graceful, flowing Tai Chi moves, mixed in with core-tightening pilates and balance-challenging yoga. Better than dance class where a physical, external criteria is in place, and dancers face the brightly lit scrutiny of the teacher and the competition of other dancers. Here there is no judgement, lights are dimmed, just the safe guiding suggestions of the instructor to improve our bodies while setting the spirit free to move, to sing its own song.

And that's where I must stop for tonight. My warrior dance has left my legs stiff & sore from endless "esquiva" lunges, a type of defense move from capoeira, that we did in Body Combat today. Hopefully I shall finish this tomorrow.

goodnight!!

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Body Combat class. Thurs. 11/14/13.

Late again. Run to my spot, am just catching onto the fight sequence he's doing when he throws in a silly little joke that no one else thinks is funny but of course it just gets me in the funny bone for some reason and i totally lose my focus. We're doing this repeater-knee move, a warm-up to our later muay thai track, and he's telling us to "imagine you're pulling your opponent's head down to your knee and as it strikes, he goes.." and the music goes at that second, "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" So of course I'm practically rolling in hysterics while nobody else even cracks a grin, and worst part is I'm still laughing even when he starts a new sequence and then i'm laughing at the pure awkwardness of the fact that i'm still laughing which makes it even funnier and then i'm laughing out of pure embarrassment and does anyone else ever have this problem? hate it when that happens. How many times do I have to pretend I'm scratching my nose to hide my goofy grin? And it was only because I wasn't completely in THE ZONE yet. The fighter zone, where the beast in me is unleashed, with a nose for blood and a thrill for the kill. (wow, i'm scaring myself with these words!) :-) Because later in the class he tries slipping in more silly jokes and i don't even bat an eye. even when he uses that little London accent of his. because i am there. well, until he brings up the old joke about this one song that sounds like the singer is singing "making the waffles". why is it the dumbest things make me laugh? and what if...what if I didn't have to hide these outbursts? what if I just burst out laughing and giggling like an idiot every time something hit me as funny?

but seriously, here's what I liked best in class today: the Muay Thai track. I even found it on youtube so you can check it out, if you want. The instructor in the video is Tommy Damani, he does some good kicks. It's to a dance-ish version of Carmina Burana (sp?) and has a neat sequence of ascending and descending elbow strikes which Instructor Robb calls "Elbow Heaven". It also has this really cool kick move, where first you shove with your arms, then kick, then creep back like a little animal. "Like a cat!!!" yells Robb. "Like a Jaguar!!!!" he yells again. 'LIKE A COUGAR!!!!' he roars as we shove, kick and creep back like wicked little cats in the rain forest. Let's watch Tommy Damani's take on it: (copy/paste link if needed)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIn20OX_0O8&feature=youtube_gdata_player

 

So that's it for now. I'll leave you with a few more dance and art quotes which used to hang on my wall on pretty little art collages I was inspired to make back then:

(and by the way, the word "fight" could be used synomynously with the word dance; it is all pure movement embodied with full emotion, whether it be love or rage.)

" ...this spontaneous link between mentality, feeling, and movement is called dance - a direct, non-verbal, unreasoned assertion of sentience (the mergence of thought and feeling) in universal forms of pure physical assertion." --Jamake HIghwater

"If we are indifferent to the art of dancing, we have failed to understand not merely the supreme manifestation of physical life, but also the supreme symbol of spiritual life." --Havelock Ellis

"I am unable to distinguish between the feeling I have for life and my way of expressing it." --Henri Matisse

"It may easily be gathered that exercise accompanied by feelings of joy results in the best possible of reactions. This joy the psychiatrist can never explain, psychologically nor physiologically." --Dr. Eugene Matthias

"Art is a communication of ecstasy." --Ouspenski

"To dance is to take part in the cosmic control of the world." --Havelock Ellis

"Let them praise His name in the dance." --Psalm 149:3

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Risk.

 

the biggest RISK..

the biggest leap of FAITH..

is to throw your heart into the air...

towards something

or someone..

not knowing if your heart

will land safely in those hands..

or CRASH..

shattering into pieces

onto the hard, sharp rocks below.

OR..

one can choose the safe route.

choose something/one that's SAFE,

that has NO potential to break your heart

because the heart is never really engaged

in the first place.

no risk.

no faith.

So what do you choose?

 

 

 

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blog trailer...

I love this quote: Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity." -T. S. Eliot #TSEliot #Creativity #NeverGiveUp

(https://twitter.com/LightPathCoach/status/389782431831973888

Reminds me of something I will want to blog about soon...I am going to be taking a cool art class the next couple Thursday evenings, called Your Unbridled Spirit Creative Journaling. Hopefully I will be making some interesting art that I can share on here. more to come. (coming to local blog theatres this weekend!) :-)

(I'm holding myself accountable for this...)

 

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5521

Dear Blog,

5521. That's the number that comes to mind when I think about how many views this blog has had so far. Mostly i try not to think about it, it sort of weirds me out. But thank you. Thank you for hanging in there with me, even through some of my recent darkish moments. I know you have an infinite number of choices for uplifting, inspiring blog reading, so I am quite surprised that anyone is still here, if you are.

And thank you for not reacting to my darkness. Everyone needs a silent sounding board sometimes. (and sometimes we need a real live speaking one, too.) Anyone can pay a lot of money to talk like this to a professional (and I do), but ideally we should all have a trusted "someone" who will really listen to you share your heart. Even if they don't truly understand where you're coming from because they haven't actually been there themselves, the best gift they can give is their caring presence and listening ear. More than that, a listening heart. To really try to feel what they're feeling, to show empathy. Ideally it would be wonderful to have a soul mate who can be this person, but just a good friend, gender not important, can help a lot. We freaky people need an outlet so we don't explode. I choose blogging because 1. it's free and 2. no one talks back.

So thanks again, my silent blog, for being there as I explode.

 

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New creature

I recently heard a snippet of a message that basically asked if, when bad things happen, do you go back to being the "old creature", resorting to old bad habits, escapism, (partying, carousing comes to miond) or do I remember the New Creature that I am in Christ? And now I realize that it's not the old skin of my 'old, old, old self', that I need to avoid, the one that was into "that scene" way back then. No, I've dug up that old grave long enough in giving my testimony many times over the years. Those days are pretty much gone. Thank God. The old skin that NOW tries to creep back up on me, is the more subtle evil of the church face/yes-girl skin. The attempted squeaky-clean, submissive, wholesome Christian woman image I've tried to become on the outside by emulating what I saw around me in various Christian circles. Just trying to keep up, save face. Tried to be what I was told a good Christian girl, wife, mother should look like, talk like, walk like, even if it meant saying "yes" to a lot of things when I really meant NO, just because I didn't want to rock the boat or hurt anyone's feelings. Didn't want to draw attention to myself for being "different", or too silly or immature to fit in with my playgroup cohorts. Also just wanted the security of acceptance and an easier life. But it was a lie. A lie that bought me a much more diffricult life, a life of trying so hard to maintain an image that I forgot who I really was inside, and became frozen, unable to feel my deepest emotions. I cannot, I will not go back to that. No matter what it takes, I will trust God to see me through this storm and to live the life of a true, whole-hearted person. There used to be a commercial for peanut butter that went "Choosy moms choose Jif!" Well I want to be that "choosy" mom who "chooses" to be who God created me to be. No more losing my identity in these roles I play. I need the freedom to be choosy, not to just say 'yes' to whoever tries to choose for me. I need to become more of who I am, more fulfilled, gaining my true self by being 100% complete in Christ alone, not losing my identity and shrinking like I've done for so long.

My new creature. Freedom in Christ. Abundant life. Wholeness. Peace. These are the good things I am seeking. Not a Barbie doll facade.

 

 

 

 

 

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Why izzit

Why is it...that the people i work with, who know almost nothing about my personal life, have seen more of the real me, the happy silly side, than the people i live next to, worship with, or swap kids for play dates with? (And yes i know i just ended 3 phrases with a dangling preposition, my bad...)  is it because they don't know the ordinary roles i play..or bevause i don't feel judgement or expectations from them? Maybe because they're all so young & it's refreshing to be around people where my silliness fits right in. I'm so tired of being a boring person. 

short prayer

Dear Lord,

Show me what to do. There's nothing in your word that specifically addresses my odd situation. Is there a modified version of the Bible for us alternative, indy freaks? I don't fit in your mainstream audience.

just wondering.

 

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peace or numbness

sometimes i think

that

if

1. it wouldn't hurt anyone

and

2. i weren't afraid of pain

i might do something drastic.

there.

i feel better already.

just getting that thought out of my head.

 

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Friday night haiku and beyond..

God, I'm so broken.

If I had a time machine

I'd change a few things.

**********************

Sometimes I can't play music

because music touches my soul

and if my soul is stirred

to recognize

those feelings of love,

passion, & happiness....

I'll just cry more.

So I'll keep my soul quiet

and cold.

It's safer that way.

*****************

I need a miracle, Lord.

Not just another Bible verse. (sorry)

Please Lord.

I need You now.

***************

If I must name a song

that expresses how I feel right now,

the only thing

I can imagine

that would bring me relief,

it would be the song

Break Away by Kelly Clarkson:

....Dreaming of what could be

And if I'd end up happy

I would pray (I would pray)

Trying hard to reach out

But when I tried to speak out

Felt like no one could hear me

Wanted to belong here

But something felt so wrong here

So I prayed I could break away

[Chorus:]

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky

And I'll make a wish

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun

But I won't forget all the ones that I love

I'll take a risk

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Wanna feel the warm breeze

Sleep under a palm tree

Feel the rush of the ocean

Get onboard a fast train

Travel on a jet plane, far away (I will)

And breakaway....

I'll spread my wings

And I'll learn how to fly

Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye

I gotta take a risk

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun

But I won't forget the place I come from

I gotta take a risk

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway

******************************************

the end.

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