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lesson learned?

Thursday, October 02, 2008
Alicia Keys
Lesson Learned
Listen to it as you read please.


He broke a heart
And now it's raining
Just to rub it in
I'm at your door
I feel so crazy about it
You'll say I told you so
You saw it long ago
You knew he had to go
I finally came 'round
I'm back on solid ground
Can't let it get me down

It's alright
It's alright
It's alright


Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned
Mistake overturned
So I call it a lesson learned
My soul has returned
So I call it a lesson learned
Another lesson learned

Sometimes, Some lies
Can take a minute
To fully realize
His tears, Your eyes
Thirty seconds to apologize


You give it one more chance
Just like the time before
But he already know you'd give a hundred more
Until that night in bed
You wake up in a sweat
You're racing to the door
Can't take it anymore


I was burned but I called it a lesson learned
Mistake overturned
So I call it a lesson learned
My soul has returned
So I call it a lesson learned
Another lesson learned


Life perfect
Ain't perfect
If you don't know what the struggle's for
Falling down ain't falling down
If you don't cry when you hit the floor
It's called the past cause I'm getting past
And I ain't nothing like I was before
You ought to see me now


Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned
Mistake overturned
So I call it a lesson learned
My soul has returned
So I call it a lesson learned
Another lesson learned


Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned
Mistake overturned
So I call it a lesson learned
My soul has returned
So I call it a lesson learned
Another lesson learned

old thoughts, new post

our thoughts and prayers go out to you.
isn't that what condolence cards say?

but they don't.
our thoughts don't magically go reach people.
our prayers don't wrap those we love in a spontaneous hug.

it is our responsibility to become those words.
you become a living prayer, a living condolence.
because no comfort is found in a card sent from miles away.

comfort is found in arms,
comfort is found in warmth.
comfort is found in conversations,
and the sharing of life, of grief and of burdens.

i won't send a card.


i will give you my voice.
i will give you my time.
i will give you all the strength and warmth and presence i have.

9/14/07...........2:28 AM