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Songs for men to chant - "Let's light a light"
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Let’s light a light.
You’ve hidden your light,
You’ve dimmed your joy.
So let’s light a light
And dispel the darkness.
You’ve tried to please,
You played it small.
So let’s light a light
And dispel the darkness.
Sitting in the shadows won’t get you seen
Sitting alone won’t make you friends.
So let’s light a light
And dispel the darkness.
Sitting quiet won’t get your song sung,
Sitting still won’t get your voice heard.
So let’s light a light
And dispel the darkness.
They’d rather you dimmed your light
So others don’t own theirs.
They’d rather you hid in the shadows
So others don’t step out
So let’s light a light
And dispel the darkness.
They’d rather you dumb
So others don’t laugh
They’d rather you numb
So others don’t dance
So let’s light a light
And dispel the darkness.
You’ve been given the tools to shine bright
You’ve been given the joy to share
So let’s light a light
And dispel the darkness.
You’ve been given challenges to burnish
You’ve been given inspirations to sparkle
So let’s light a light
And dispel the darkness
And live.
Sh
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Tales of love and confusion - Hiraeth
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Hiraeth
A longing to return to a place I think I knew,
Even though I’ve never been there.
A desire to walk back into your arms,
Even though we’ve never met.
A want to sing songs that I remember,
Even though I’ve never heard them.
There are flowers I can see
Which I’ve never touched.
There are trees I’ve hugged
Which I’ve never reached for.
There are names I hear,
Which I’ve never called.
Away from this madness,
There is a sanity which I yearn for.
Away from this hubbub,
There is a stillness which I look for.
Away from these possessions
There are treasures which I would own.
Away from this loneliness
There is a union I would reach.
Away from this horde
There is a face I want to see.
When even childhood is a dream,
There is a maturity I would attain.
When even happiness is an illusion,
There is a reality I would embrace.
There are fields I’ve never walked,
But I want to see us there.
There are forests I’ve never entered,
But I want to hear us laugh there.
There are wines I’ve never tasted,
But I want to taste us drunk on them.
There are words I’ve never said,
But I want to feel us smile at them.
There are beginnings I’ve never recalled,
But I want us to imagine them.
There are endings I’ve never glimpsed
But I want us to live them.
Sh
Hiraeth - (noun) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.