Bluer Skies
BLUER SKIES
She pours cinnamon into her cappuccino
But she’s got ginger in her hair
And she’s got something sweeter in her smile
-She’s pours out no sugar coated excuses
About not living the life she’s given
This girl has got no room for years of alibis
Cause she’s got a gentle fire that won’t be satisfied
CHORUS: Bluer skies are always in her eyes
And in her white lace mind anyone can fly
If they just believe
If she just believed
If she just believed in him
For a while
-The boys bring her flowers
And she just gives them back a smile
Another swears his gold will save her from that tower
But we both know he missed her heart by a mile
-So she saves her kiss for another hour
Keeps her eyes open for the Romeo that’s right
Another knight in armor shining never been rusted or battered
But we both know he won’t survive her battles tonight
Cause she’s got deep scars we know that he can’t find
CHORUS: Bluer skies are always in her eyes
And in her white lace mind anyone can fly
If they just believe If she just believed
If she just believed in him
For a while
-I tell her about my forgotten dreams
The ones I’ve loved are the ones that leave
She gives that smile that just stops time
And promises I’ll be fine
Bluer skies are always in her eyes
And in her white lace mind anyone can fly
If they just believe
-She keeps a sadness no one sees but me
In the heart she just can’t hide
At 2.a.m. when nobody’s around
Bluer skies are raining down
Cause her daddy never had the time
She calls me up in the dead of night
Apologizing like it’s a crime
By now she knows that I don’t mind
And I convince her again
That her secret star will always shine
CHORUS: Bluer skies are always in her eyes
And in her white lace mind anyone can fly
If they just believe If he had just believed
If he had just spent some time with her
If he just believed in her
For a while
-Bluer skies are always in her eyes
And in her white lace mind even she can fly
For a while
Bluer Skies is about the power of someone believing in you, but it’s also about those rare people you meet who are so strong that you would never know that they were once broken. These are the one who give can bring a failing heart back to life with just a warm smile or a softly spoken word or a timely text message on a random Tuesday night. These are the people without degrees or counseling licenses that work the miracle all the pills and psychiatrists could never achieve, maybe because the wounds of a heart can’t be treated with medicines for the mind? I have found them at the Boys and Girls Club, Big Brothers Big Sisters, at the Special Olympics, at Soup Kitchens, on Mission Trips and in Sunday School classrooms and leading Kindergarteners through story books full of fairy tales. They aren’t always supermodels and they are rarely wealthy, in fact, they are rarely anyone “important” if you only read their bank statements or the black and white print on their high school yearbooks.
If you wanted to see their true worth you would have to look at the signatures in the back of year book, or under the magnets on their refrigerators at home, or perhaps wait on the eulogy which isn’t read like a scroll of achievements but rather a long line of hearts wanting to share their own stories of how their own lives were changed by the life that just ended. I have known a few such people, and like most of us I wish I knew a few more. If I hadn’t known them I wouldn’t be alive today or I would probably be in a drug rehab or a prison or in a mental institution or some other concrete box for broken hearts that can’t be put back together. I think if we look back, most of us would be there if these forgotten heroes hadn’t made a cameo in our lives in more than one desperate hour.
The most beautiful moments of the story of the ones I’ve talked to is how they were broken and put back together at some hour in their past, as if something inside them had to be shattered before the light could come through, and then they could shine. Such people should be honored as they are the ones who will be speaking life into your children in their innocence, into your teenagers as they search for who they are, into your parents in their old age as their health slips away, into yourself in your sickness and your struggle as life takes its daily tolls. Some have been given by the Creator the gift of making money, some have been giving the gift of leadership, but some have been given the gift of mending hearts. “ Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give You drink? And when did we see You a stranger and welcome You, or naked and clothe You? And when did we see You sick or in prison and visit You?’ And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to Me.’ Yeshua the Messiah in Matthew 2:37
Bluer Skies began as a song about a girl I once knew but the treasures inside the girl I wrote the song for are shared by most everyone I ever really admired in one form or another, with varying jewels of compassion, strength, wisdom, faith, insight, tenderness and boldness, all in different measures. I remember that she had a teddy bear in her twenties and wrote like a poet but thought like a philosopher and had the curiosity about the world of a toddler. She also made cookies for her grandfather who had Alzheimer’s in his 80’s, but during the War in Germany her grandfather had rescued her Jewish Grandmother from a concentration camp and literally carried her to the medic spending his days afterwards visiting her after duty until she was well enough to marry. This was before I ever knew anything about Messianic Judaism, and she was Mormon girl.
She was a living Hallmark Card, with glitter and hearts and perfect cursive writing and eloquent words I am certain if she were to create one for the company, the kind that makes you cry warm wet happy tears on a bad day. She also somehow loved with absolute complete abandon like someone who had never been hurt before. The last I recall she was looking into in Special Education after she finished college (pursuing a Psychology Degree when she almost moved to Germany so we could live on base together), but this was back in 2001 when we broke up after my dad died and the War in Afghanistan and my bitter spirit and broken heart tore us apart. I think in a way this one person from so long ago will always embody what I pray can be found in someone else, someone made of “sunshine n’smiles” as she signed her letters before she mailed them to my Air Base, someone than can love me despite my “moonlight n’ somberness” nature.
I pray there are more someone’s in the world that can love like they have never been hurt before and can love those who can no longer do them any good. I think we all have someone like that, someone we knew, if we ever had the courage to love them or not, we knew them. Someone that makes your heart smile like the day your kindergarten teacher gave you a gold star, or your mom proudly display’s your scribbles on the refrigerator like you have just recreated Van Gogh’s Starry Night with crayolas. It is the measure of all other loves, whether that is setting your future up for disappointment or not I do not know, but I pray you and I both find such a one.
She pours cinnamon into her cappuccino
But she’s got ginger in her hair
And she’s got something sweeter in her smile
-She’s pours out no sugar coated excuses
About not living the life she’s given
This girl has got no room for years of alibis
Cause she’s got a gentle fire that won’t be satisfied
CHORUS: Bluer skies are always in her eyes
And in her white lace mind anyone can fly
If they just believe
If she just believed
If she just believed in him
For a while
-The boys bring her flowers
And she just gives them back a smile
Another swears his gold will save her from that tower
But we both know he missed her heart by a mile
-So she saves her kiss for another hour
Keeps her eyes open for the Romeo that’s right
Another knight in armor shining never been rusted or battered
But we both know he won’t survive her battles tonight
Cause she’s got deep scars we know that he can’t find
CHORUS: Bluer skies are always in her eyes
And in her white lace mind anyone can fly
If they just believe If she just believed
If she just believed in him
For a while
-I tell her about my forgotten dreams
The ones I’ve loved are the ones that leave
She gives that smile that just stops time
And promises I’ll be fine
Bluer skies are always in her eyes
And in her white lace mind anyone can fly
If they just believe
-She keeps a sadness no one sees but me
In the heart she just can’t hide
At 2.a.m. when nobody’s around
Bluer skies are raining down
Cause her daddy never had the time
She calls me up in the dead of night
Apologizing like it’s a crime
By now she knows that I don’t mind
And I convince her again
That her secret star will always shine
CHORUS: Bluer skies are always in her eyes
And in her white lace mind anyone can fly
If they just believe If he had just believed
If he had just spent some time with her
If he just believed in her
For a while
-Bluer skies are always in her eyes
And in her white lace mind even she can fly
For a while
Bluer Skies is about the power of someone believing in you, but it’s also about those rare people you meet who are so strong that you would never know that they were once broken. These are the one who give can bring a failing heart back to life with just a warm smile or a softly spoken word or a timely text message on a random Tuesday night. These are the people without degrees or counseling licenses that work the miracle all the pills and psychiatrists could never achieve, maybe because the wounds of a heart can’t be treated with medicines for the mind? I have found them at the Boys and Girls Club, Big Brothers Big Sisters, at the Special Olympics, at Soup Kitchens, on Mission Trips and in Sunday School classrooms and leading Kindergarteners through story books full of fairy tales. They aren’t always supermodels and they are rarely wealthy, in fact, they are rarely anyone “important” if you only read their bank statements or the black and white print on their high school yearbooks.
If you wanted to see their true worth you would have to look at the signatures in the back of year book, or under the magnets on their refrigerators at home, or perhaps wait on the eulogy which isn’t read like a scroll of achievements but rather a long line of hearts wanting to share their own stories of how their own lives were changed by the life that just ended. I have known a few such people, and like most of us I wish I knew a few more. If I hadn’t known them I wouldn’t be alive today or I would probably be in a drug rehab or a prison or in a mental institution or some other concrete box for broken hearts that can’t be put back together. I think if we look back, most of us would be there if these forgotten heroes hadn’t made a cameo in our lives in more than one desperate hour.
The most beautiful moments of the story of the ones I’ve talked to is how they were broken and put back together at some hour in their past, as if something inside them had to be shattered before the light could come through, and then they could shine. Such people should be honored as they are the ones who will be speaking life into your children in their innocence, into your teenagers as they search for who they are, into your parents in their old age as their health slips away, into yourself in your sickness and your struggle as life takes its daily tolls. Some have been given by the Creator the gift of making money, some have been giving the gift of leadership, but some have been given the gift of mending hearts. “ Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give You drink? And when did we see You a stranger and welcome You, or naked and clothe You? And when did we see You sick or in prison and visit You?’ And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to Me.’ Yeshua the Messiah in Matthew 2:37
Bluer Skies began as a song about a girl I once knew but the treasures inside the girl I wrote the song for are shared by most everyone I ever really admired in one form or another, with varying jewels of compassion, strength, wisdom, faith, insight, tenderness and boldness, all in different measures. I remember that she had a teddy bear in her twenties and wrote like a poet but thought like a philosopher and had the curiosity about the world of a toddler. She also made cookies for her grandfather who had Alzheimer’s in his 80’s, but during the War in Germany her grandfather had rescued her Jewish Grandmother from a concentration camp and literally carried her to the medic spending his days afterwards visiting her after duty until she was well enough to marry. This was before I ever knew anything about Messianic Judaism, and she was Mormon girl.
She was a living Hallmark Card, with glitter and hearts and perfect cursive writing and eloquent words I am certain if she were to create one for the company, the kind that makes you cry warm wet happy tears on a bad day. She also somehow loved with absolute complete abandon like someone who had never been hurt before. The last I recall she was looking into in Special Education after she finished college (pursuing a Psychology Degree when she almost moved to Germany so we could live on base together), but this was back in 2001 when we broke up after my dad died and the War in Afghanistan and my bitter spirit and broken heart tore us apart. I think in a way this one person from so long ago will always embody what I pray can be found in someone else, someone made of “sunshine n’smiles” as she signed her letters before she mailed them to my Air Base, someone than can love me despite my “moonlight n’ somberness” nature.
I pray there are more someone’s in the world that can love like they have never been hurt before and can love those who can no longer do them any good. I think we all have someone like that, someone we knew, if we ever had the courage to love them or not, we knew them. Someone that makes your heart smile like the day your kindergarten teacher gave you a gold star, or your mom proudly display’s your scribbles on the refrigerator like you have just recreated Van Gogh’s Starry Night with crayolas. It is the measure of all other loves, whether that is setting your future up for disappointment or not I do not know, but I pray you and I both find such a one.
Prayer for Those Seeking Bluer Skies
Creator of the Beautiful
We ask that you bring people into our lives that we cannot Forget
We ask that we have our Eyes opened to see how they Shine in the Dark
We ask that we have our Ears opened to hear their Soul’s own unique Song
We ask that our Hearts be pulled towards the ones who are meant to Share our Path
We ask that we our Words be Seeds that bring Fruit in the Right Season
We ask that our Years produce a Harvest of Joy in the ones we Cherish
“Whoever finds a wife finds good,
and receives favor from ADONAI.”
Proverbs 18:22
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