We Hold On

How many times
Do we tire of all the little battles
Threaten to call it quits
Tempted to cut and run
How many times
Do we weather out the stormy evenings
Long to slam the front door
Drive away into the setting sun

Keep going on till dawn
How many times must another line be drawn
We could be down and gone
But we hold on

How many times
Do we chaff against the repetition
Straining against the faith
Measured out in coffee breaks
How many times
Do we swallow our ambition
Long to give up the same old way
Find another road to take

Keep holding on so long
Cause there's a chance that we might not be so wrong
We could be down and gone
But we hold on

How many times
Do we wonder if it's even worth it
There's got to be some other way
Way to get me through the day

Keep going on till dawn
How many times must another line be drawn
We could be down and gone
But we hold on

Rush, "We Hold On", Snakes and Arrows, 2007

Scars

While doing my daily look at lyrics, I found something perfect for what I'm feeling right now.

Had a big talk with my husband this morning. I feel as though I just jumped into a pool of bleach and am burned raw. Plus, with what I'm dealing with internally, it feels like I then poured salt on those burns. But, this song makes me think of everything in my life, past and present.

ARGH!

I've stood upon my mountaintop

And shouted at the sky

Walked above the pavement

With my sense amplified

I get this feeling...

All my nerves are naked wires

Tender to the touch

Sometimes super sensitive

But who can care too much?

I get this feeling...

Scars of pleasure

Scars of pain

Atmospheric changes

Make them sensitive again

Each emotional injury

Leaves behind its mark

Sometimes they come tumbling out

Like shadows in the dark

I get this feeling...

When I think about all I have seen

And all I'll never see

When I think about the people

Who have opened up to me

I get this feeling...

Snow falls deep around my house

And holds the winter light

I've heard the lions hunting

In the Serengeti night

I get this feeling...

Forests turned to factories

And river, sea, and sky

Hungry child in the desert

And the flies that cloud her eyes

I get this feeling...

Pleasure leaves a fingerprint

As surely as mortal pain

In memories they resonate

And echo back again...

Scars of pleasure

Scars of pain

Atmospheric changes

Make them sensitive again

Rush, "Presto", 1987, "Scars"