Scott C. Eneje Blog [The Scott C. Eneje's Chronicles]

Slowly, the tempo is put into a roll, a match pass calmly prepared The drums roll, the strings ring, the sound waves and the humming sooth through I'm carried away in the notes of your songs, the sweet caressing of your words Now hold me don't live me, carry me, carry me slowly, tell me you are here In my darkest hour, my deepest despair, please say you'd care and you'd be there. In my trials and my tribulations, through our doubt and frustrations, in my violence and my turbulence. Through my fears and my confessions, in my anguish and my pains , through my joy and my sorrow And the promise of a tomorrow , I'd never let you part , because you are always in my heart Now say those words to me one more time and many more that I may sleep on it and never forget your sweet voice inside my head I'd swim like a river Jordan because you are my friend , love me like a mother , treat me like a brothe...

So, we try to put things together, hold up boldly but too provoked and scared to look into the eyes Those memories that betrays us and those songs that breaks us to the form that once was Then we climb up that hill as hard as it might seem and tell ourselves that what is was meant to be The day had to end and night had to fall and the days of shinning knights were over and dark knights were the only heroes left We tell ourselves that our walking away into the blackness was the right thing to do and they went into the light and we must never seek them anymore And just there and then when despair is the only companion left and sorrow has becomes our friends along side grief and loss We look up and we feel it inside , the mountain top does has that effect , the climb to the other side is finally complete We feel the joy knowing we are ready to start the slide straight into that new land , new life and newness of ever...