Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Shine Your Light

Shine Your Light

Robbie Robertson


The cry of the city like a siren's song
Wailing over the rooftops the whole night long
Saw a shooting star like a diamond in the sky
Must be someone's soul passing by

These are the streets
Where we used to run where your Papa's from
These are the days
Where you become what you become
These are the streets
Where the story's told
The truth unfolds
Darkness settles in

Shine your light down on me
Lift me up so i can see
Shine your light when you're gone
Give me the strength
To carry on, carry on

Don't wanna be a hero
Just an everyday man
Trying to do the job the very best he can
But now it's like living on borrowed time
Out on the rim, over the line
Always tempting fate like a game of chance
Never wanna stick around to the very last dance
Sometimes i stumble and take a hard fall
Loose(?) hold your grip off the wall

Shine your light down on me
Lift me up so i can see
Shine your light when you're gone
Give me the strength to carry on
Carry on

I thought i saw him walking by the side of the road
Maybe trying to find his way home

He's here but not here
He's gone but not gone
Just hope he knows if I get lost

Shine your light down on me
Lift me up so i can see
Shine your light when you're gone
Give me the strength to carry on
To carry on

2 comments:

Debby of Oxycontin and Opiate Addiction: A Mother's Story said...

I remember finding your blog about a year ago. I was so deeply touched to read your story. My journey with my son's addiction has been going on for almost 2 years. I've moved beyond Tough Love. The reason my son is now living on his own, is because he kept bringing drugs into my home. The agreement was that to live with me, my home was a drug free zone.
I have to let my son learn to manage his own life, because there is nothing that I can do for him. I love him, of course. I will buy him food, if he's hungry. But, he needs to make a decision to find his sobriety. I won't give him money. I pray that my son will find sobriety. I finally realized that what I thought was helping him, was only prolonging his denial that he cannot work a program on his own.
Please check in, once in a while, as I continue to trust my faith in God and pray that my son will be able to beat the poor odds that he can conquer his addiction that has progressed from oxycontin to smoking heroin. I hate this addiction.
Blessings to you,
Debby

Lesli...Austin and Ryan's Mom said...

As long as there is life, there is hope. I will pray for you and your son. (((hugs))) Lesli