“Sara”
Wait a minute baby...
Stay with me awhile
Said you’d give me light
But you never told me about the fire
Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
But now it’s gone
It doesn’t matter what for
When you build your house
Call me home
And he was just like a great dark wing
Within the wings of a storm
I think I had met my match — he was singing
And undoing
And undoing
Undoing the laces
Undoing the laces
Said Sara, you’re the poet in my heart
Never change, never stop
But now it’s gone
It doesn’t matter what for
But when you build your house
Call me home
Hold on
The night is coming and the starling flew for days
I’d stay home at night all the time
I’d go anywhere, anywhere, anywhere
Ask me and I’m there because I care
In the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
But now it’s gone
They say it doesn’t matter anymore
If you build your house
Then please, call me home
Sara, you’re the poet in my heart
Never change, and don’t you ever stop
But now it’s gone
It doesn’t matter anymore
When you build your house
I’ll come by
All I ever wanted
Was to know that you were dreaming
(There’s a heartbeat
And it never really died)
Very pretty song,
The poor girl, who could’ve been a very lucky child (here and now) on the Earth, growing up with resources so many of us will never have access too, she could’ve went to the finest schools, become a musician, author, school teacher, artist, done or been anything, a joy to her parents in their aging years (which have now come)
But instead she had the unfortunate luck of having parents that while they could’ve easily provided all that, wanted it more for themselves,
Murdered in the Holy of Holies, the womb,
“And thou shalt not let any of thy seed pass through the fire to Moloch” Leviticus 18:21
“I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother’s belly.” Psalm 22:10
“From birth I have relied on you; you brought me forth from my mother’s womb. I will ever praise you.” Psalm 71:6
“For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.” Psalm 139:13-16
“Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.” Jeremiah 1:5
“And it came to pass, that, when Elisabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the babe leaped in her womb; and Elisabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost:” Luke 1:41
“As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy.” Luke 1:44
And while it may sound like a quaint expression to some, Jesus tells us directly that little children do in fact have guardian angels:
“Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven” Matthew 18:10
“It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.” Luke 17:2
“And a mighty angel took up a stone like a great millstone, and cast it into the sea, saying, Thus with violence shall that great city Babylon be thrown down, and shall be found no more at all.” Revelation 18:21