It’s been a tough time for me, this past couple of weeks. Not only have I been sick for the longest time (yes, I’m still reeling to this day), I’ve also been in a sort of roller coaster ride, emotionally. Most of you know why. And to top it all off, I just got news yesterday, that my landlord is taking back the house I’m renting, to give to his son as a wedding gift. Now, I’m all of a sudden, scrambling to find a new place to move in to, next month. I’m a bit overwhelmed, to be honest.

There are times when things go rough and you’re hoping to simply ride the storm thinking, it will all be good in the end. Sometimes, it ends up as planned. Sometimes, it doesn’t. It reminded me of a song I wrote some time ago, when I was still married. I was hoping that the storm will soon pass and we’ll be alright, in the end. Apparently, the storm did a pretty good job.

Hopefully, it won’t be too hard on me, this time around.

Anyhow, here’s a song about hoping for the best.

After the Fire

Remember the moonlight, the sand in our shoes
We walked until midnight looking for clues
How could it be so easy, how could it be so plain
We lit up a fire, we lit up a flame

So our hands came together through comfort and pain
The tears and the laughter, the sun and the rain
A dream for tomorrow, a promise we yearn
That after the fire, the fire will burn

Our eyes they were glowing as we hoped for the best
But stormy days passed us by, thought we’re failing the test
We came to our senses, we grew and we learned
And after the fire, the fire still burned

And when I flip the pages of my memories of yesterday I cry
And when I view the photographs they whisper to me saying
Love can never die

We came to our senses, and we grew and we learned
So after the fire, the fire still burned

Now Christmas is back again, and it comes with a smile
Those crazy days have come and gone, they only stay for a little while
Though the sun may not shine today, and the rain may take its turn
But after the fire, the fire will burn
And after the fire, the fire will burn
Yeah, after the fire, the fire will burn

4 thoughts on “Struggle

  1. I hope you find a new place to live very quickly. Believe me, I know how stressful house-hunting can be. It’s hard when you find yourself in a rut, you feel like it’s going to last forever, but if you can write beautiful songs like that I can’t see you staying down for long!

    Thanks, Selma. It makes it even harder that I live in a small town. Not a lot of choices. But I think I’ll be alright. We’ll see.

  2. This is amazing. I am a poet so I think this makes a great poem as well as a great song. (big smile)

    Why, thank you, Bekki. I tried to be a poet once, but I couldn’t get past the lyricist stage. Oh well… 🙂

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