Fearless

by dc talk

Haunted by a jaded past
Never thought that love could last
Hope was but a castaway at sea
Skepticism took it's toll
Closed the windows to my soul
Was fighting just to keep my sanity

When out of the noise I could hear You breathing
You came along knowing just what I needed
Turned me around and ya got me believin'
You would die for me

Now I'm fearless with nothing left to hide
All the doubts of yesterday, love has driven them away
And now I'm fearless when I am by Your side
It's forever me and You in this covenant of truth
Ya know I'm fearless...oh yeah

Patiently You stripped away
The walls of pride that I had raised
You revealed the child inside of me
We will run and not grow old
Soar on wings as I've been told
Together we will fly the heavenlies
Cause out of the noise I could hear You breathing
You came along knowing just what I needed
Turned me around and ya got me believin'
I would die for You

Now I'm fearless with nothing left to hide
All the doubts of yesterday, love has driven them away
And now I'm fearless when I am by Your side
It's forever me and You in this covenant of truth
Ya know I'm fearless...oh yeah

Some of us leave the vine
Some of us fall in line
All of us have a friend in Jesus
Some of us live in fear
Some of us persevere
Knowing that You are near me, I am fearless

Long ago

Somewhere on a sandy beach,

A box was buried deep.

It was said to hold a heart of stone,

And tears she did not weep.

Though the tower was her own,

Her heart it did not reach,

Her head, and her head alone,

Which romance cannot teach.

No knight who dares search for it,

Can hope to ever find,

The heart of the lady when

It is not with her mind.

the Box

Sailors told stories about Daisen Bay and the woman you might meet on the shores. Her skin was smooth, golden from the sun and kissed with salt. Dark hair flowed around her shoulders, but was more often restrained into a woven plait. Most agreed that she was dressed in the faded and contoured blues of the Daisen nymphs. Some sailors said she carried four swords and six daggers, a few said she had a spear, others that she carried no large weapons at all. No one could say for sure whether she was a nymph, or just a girl who lived by the sea. They said that if she found you alone on the beach, she would kill you. Though how this rumor started no one is quite sure since the men who told it, were, in fact, alive. A few of the older sailors claimed that she was the daughter of Lord Caspian, the great noble who was killed by the Sorceress during the Dark Time. Some said that was impossible.
She was not always there, otherwise there would be no legend about her.
The strangest story about her, though, was told by a young man. Once, when he had gone ashore on the legendary beach to fill the ships casks with, he stumbled into a hole. This in itself was nothing special, but the hole thunked with promise beneath his feet. The Sailor bent to investigate the unusually hollow earth. In a moment he got his fingers under the lip of a box. He pulled it out of the hole and brushed it clean. It was white and bound with some metal that had seen better days. It was latched, but not locked, and he began to worry at the latch—which was stiff with age and little use. There was a peculiar, gentle, thumping sound coming from inside the box. A sharp cry startled the Sailor. When he looked up he was gazing along a gleaming blade into the deep brown eyes of a young woman. She rested her slim dagger under his chin and her free hand reached protectively toward the box.
In spite of the blade, he was not afraid. “Hello.”
“Let it go, sir.”
He let go of the box.
She curled her fingers around it and pulled it to herself.
“What is in it?” he asked.
She straightened, taking herself and the dagger away from Sailor’s face. She looked at him for a moment before speaking. “Who are you?”
“Tremlin, a sailor on the WindRunner.”
“I often feared someone would find this box.”
“What’s in it?”
She smiled. “Something many have sought, but belongs to me. As much as I wish it didn’t sometimes.”
To Tremlin’s surprise she opened the box and reached inside. The gentle thumping grew louder. A warm rose light emanated from her hands as she lifted the thing from the white box. The glow pulsed familiarly in her hands. She smiled again at the bewildered sailor. “Should your heart ever be broken, Tremlin, be glad, at least, that it is in your chest. You cannot live without it. And should any offer you the chance to bury it…don’t.”
Then she stood, and taking her beating orb she walked away.

...life

Some times you can't swing a mongoose without hitting a knight.

"Storybook" from The Scarlet Pimpernel

Listen to me, I have beautiful dreams I can spin you
Dreams to linger within you
Close your eyes and we'll ride my carousel
I'll sing you stories of lovers whose love used to fill me
And the lovers who will be
For, you see, love is one thing I do well
Come, let's believe love can be just as sweet as it seems
Let's live on dreams!
In my dreams such beautiful lovers have found me
Storybook lovers surround me
Nothing is real, but I'm flying, sighing

Where, where, where is my storybook ending?
Why does my golden pretending
Leave me with nothing to hold but my dreams?
Oh, is it only in dreams that we find our ideal love?

Are there lovers with real love?
If you know how to feel love, show me now
Ah, but my prince, if you can't be as sweet as you seem
I'd rather dream
Come and wake me!
Come be the love I can hold now
Storybook love leaves me cold now
Show me the way to stop dreaming

There is only one perfect storybook ending
That is the end of pretending
That is the moment I say, love me now!
Et sur mon manege, l'amour toujours est chantantDe mes reves, c'est le commencementEt j'espere une fin heureuseMais la fin de l'histoire ne vient pas tres doucementPour l'histoire, il faut faire semblantCertes je n'embrasse que mes revesSeuls mes reves!

Caution

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.

Bertrand Russell
English mathematician and philosopher (1872-1970)

My Immortal