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“I got no name for open roads.

Cause all I own fits on my back.

I see the world from rusted trains.

And always know I won’t be back.

Cause all my life, is wrapped up in today; no past or future here.

If I find my name’s no good, I just fall out of line.

But I miss you.

There’s no comin’ home,

There’s no comin’ home,

With a name like mine.

I still think of you,

But everyone knows, yeah everyone knows,

If you can let it go.

I’ve seen more places than I can name.

And over time they all start to look the same.

But it ain’t the truth we chase,

No it’s the promise of a better place

But all this time, I’ve been chasin’ down a lie.

And I know it for what it is.

But it beats the alternatives,

So I’ll take the life.

I still miss you.

There’s no goin’ home, there’s no goin’ home,

With a name like mine.

I still dream of you.

But everyone knows, yeah everyone knows.

If you can let it go.”

Ghost Towns, Radical Face

Music Break

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” When my blood runs warm with the old red wine, I miss the life that I left behind.

And when I hear the sound of the blackbird’s cry, I know I left in the nick of time.

Well this road I’m on’s gonna turn to sand, and leave me lost in a far-off land.

So let me ride the wind ’till I don’t look back, and forget the life that I almost had.

If I wander until I die, may I know whose hand I’m in.

If my home I never find, then let me live again.

The longer I run, the less that I find.

Sellin’ my soul for a nickel and dime.

Breakin’ my heart to keep singin’ these rhymes, I’m losing again.

Tell my brother, please, not to look for me.

I ain’t the man that I used to be.

But if my savior comes could you let him know; I’ve gone away for to save my soul.

If I wander ’till I die, may I know whose hand I’m in.

If my home I never find, then let me live again.

The longer I run the less that I find.

Sellin’ my soul for a nickel and dime.

Breakin’ my heart to keep singin’ these rhymes.

I’m losing again.”     The Longer I Run, Peter Bradley Adams

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“ I don’t want to leave here

I don’t want to stay.

It feels like pinching to me either way.

The places I long for the most,

Are the places where I’ve been.

They are calling after me like a long lost friend.

It’s not about losing faith,

It’s not about trust.

It’s all about comfortable

When you move so much.

The place I was wasn’t perfect,

But I had found a way to live.

It wasn’t milk or honey,

But then, neither is this.

I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt.

Leaving out what it lacked.

The future feels so hard,

And I want to go back.

But the places that used to fit me

Cannot hold the things I’ve learned.

And those roads closed off to me

While my back was turned.

The past is so tangible.

I know it by heart.

Familiar things are never easy to discard.

And I was dying for some freedom,

But now I hesitate to go.

I am caught between the promise

And the things that I know.”

Painting Pictures of Egypt by Sara Groves

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Creativity

“How else is life made real, but by story and song and fiery dance?” Ahab’s Wife or The Star Gazer

I believe the best hope for moving forward from a serious conflict is found in the arts. Music and poetry and photography and painting. Watching films and plays and dances or participating in said outlets.

For they all are outlets. Each of these venues provide a path for people to express what otherwise is inexpressible.

This is how we teach the next generation to think for themselves. Through expression.

Check this out if you are truly interested in helping Rwanda move on.

“Trust me though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, [she] would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.” The Book Thief

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Music Break

On my iTunes repeat. Reminds me that understanding is not all that important.

Iridescent.

Timshel.

At the Same Time

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