Sunday, December 18, 2005
Merry Christmas, Everyone
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say,
Which we won’t understand:
"Don’t accept that what’s happening
Is just a case of others’ suffering
Or you’ll find that you’re joining in
The turning away."
It’s a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud
Over all we have known,
Unaware how the ranks have grown,
Driven on by a heart of stone.
We could find that we’re all alone
In the dream of the proud.
On the wings of the night,
As the daytime is stirring,
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord,
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame,
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary;
No more turning away
From the coldness inside.
Just a world that we all must share;
It’s not enough just to stand and stare.
Is it only a dream that there’ll be
No more turning away?
Pink Floyd
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say,
Which we won’t understand:
"Don’t accept that what’s happening
Is just a case of others’ suffering
Or you’ll find that you’re joining in
The turning away."
It’s a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud
Over all we have known,
Unaware how the ranks have grown,
Driven on by a heart of stone.
We could find that we’re all alone
In the dream of the proud.
On the wings of the night,
As the daytime is stirring,
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord,
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame,
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary;
No more turning away
From the coldness inside.
Just a world that we all must share;
It’s not enough just to stand and stare.
Is it only a dream that there’ll be
No more turning away?
Pink Floyd
