It's podcast #36 but it's assignment #37. Next week, I'll post last week's assignment. I'm switching it up because I wrote this song in reaction to the news of Robin Williams' death and felt like this was the time to post it. Let me start off by saying I have many concerns about the world today and events around the world. So, for the few that will be upset that I didn't write about any number of injustices in the world, please understand. I am as deeply angered, upset and saddened by a great deal but, for some reason, this is what resonated with my creative side. I've struggled with depression, I've battled suicidal thoughts. He was someone who had, in my mind, overcome them. He was proof of possibility. Not to say that my proof is gone now that he is. It's not. It still exists. I think maybe it became stronger when I wasn't looking. Or, maybe it's survival instinct, necessity, coming to terms with this responsibility to carry a light when those I've looked up to can no longer do so. It's my job. It's our job...as human beings. No one can always be the strong one or the week one. Our heroes can't always be someone else. Maybe the best we can do is take the best of what we learn from each other and run with it.
Way Up High Sometimes the bravest souls Are on the darker side Burning with everything Taking the wildest ride Deeper than ocean depths Leaping from dizzy heights Staring the demons down If only in their minds
Wish I could see you now I thought you’d always be Some living proof of hope Is it selfish of me to want you standing here Instead of where you are To stop my losing heart When all has gone too far
Way up high You’ve found your way home Way up high Where only your sweet, sweet soul could go
You won’t come crashing down Not here, not anymore You’re far beyond the clouds that gathered 'round, you left this world a little darker for just having gone away If you can’t send a light Then, can you send a little rain
From way up high You’ve found your way home Way up high Where only your sweet, sweet soul could go
All my heroes are losing the fight All my hopes keep dropping like flies I’m not ready To grow up and keep them alive
But, if not, the battle ends without a victory only the bitter loss that set you free
