A Note
When I was high school, handwritten notes used to be the big thing. No such thing as text messaging. Meeting up with a girl in between class to exchange notes was something you looked forward to. Well at least I did.
My favorite note was lyrics from a song. Til this day, every time I hear the song I still think about the note.
Lee Ann Womack - I Hope You Dance
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
This is one of the few songs that have any meaning for me. The lyrics actually mean something to me.










June 3rd, 2009 - 15:10
me too! woot! they played this at my graduation and ever since, its always had a place in my heart when i hear it.
June 3rd, 2009 - 15:25
yo irving . . . come out sunday to alley pond. bbq starts at 10.
i’ll hit you up on fb to give you more details.
June 4th, 2009 - 17:21
Did I write this note or did you?
And speaking of high school, I was reminiscing the other day on those times you used to lie to me about a female cousin named Jennifer that stayed at your house and how you used to go on my screen name and pretend it was me. Good times….
June 4th, 2009 - 18:12
You wrote it.
And yea, for some reason I was just enjoyed lying compulsively.