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Where is my voice?

Where is my voice? Has anyone seen it? Can't find it for the life of me.

The last time I had it, I was unafraid, overjoyed with life, and basking in the richness of experiencing the present moment. But somewhere between blissed out and right now, I've lost it. Perhaps I've used it all up in the refereeing of fighting kids during this last home-stretch of summer vacation.

But, it is all good.

In the meantime, until I get it back again, I'll let my twin brother, Michael, sing a song he wrote ten or so years ago. He decided to revisit it recently after I found it on his old Acid Planet site he was playing around with back then, and told him I missed his singing and his songs. (What I really miss is seeing him jumping on his bed as a little boy with his air guitar singing Corey Hart's 'Sunglasses at Night').

I love this video, firstly, because he dedicated it to me. Secondly, because he screws up and starts over again and doesn't edit it out:), and thirdly, because I love the lyrics, and the fact that he wrote them years ago, when I didn't even know what they meant, but somehow, he did.

When I told my brother I was going to put this on my blog, he started laughing in his very sweet way. He can't help but be the nicest person you will ever meet. Truly, he is such a gentle soul. Anyway, he says he just cringes when he hears his stuff. I told him I love it all the more for the imperfections. A predominant theme in my life--why I keep showing up to blog.

Enjoy!



Lyrics for 'Freedom' by Michael Meservy

In a world of noise
time divides at the seams
a paradox that can't be explained
we all just want to be kings
we all just want to be kings

I'm taking the high road
I'm learnin' to fly
I'll sit on my perch and roost
baby I'll kiss the sky
baby I'll kiss the sky

Give me my freedom
give me my choice
give me a break
take these shackles
off my soul
so I can relate
I have my reasons
I have a mind
I want to choose
Just cause I need something different
doesn't mean I will lose

Should I take my chances
should I play it safe
can I let the story be told
in so many ways
in so many ways

The end of decision
is the end of control
nothing is final
even an ace in the hole
even an ace in the hole

Give me my freedom
give me my choice
give me a break
take these shackles
off my soul
so I can relate
I have my reasons
I have a mind
I want to choose
Just cause I need something different
doesn't mean I will lose

And I want to see the sunrise
And I want to take a stand
And I want to fly forever
Just let me live by my demands

Give me my freedom
give me my choice
give me a break
take these shackles
off my soul
so I can relate
I have my reasons
I have a mind
I want to choose
Just cause I need something different
doesn't mean I will lose
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  1. AnonymousSeptember 4, 2010 at 8:18 AM

    Loved this song!!!! I love the truth of it! Interesting how we are given insight at times, not really even seeing it as such. We still walk our path and catch up with it when we are truly ready.

    I can see why you are so very proud of your brother! He is very talented!

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  2. NigeSeptember 4, 2010 at 3:02 PM

    Its lovely that you still have that connection with your bro.
    Re losing your voice; earlier this evening I was reading lesson 106 in ACIM. and thought about you ..

    LET ME BE STILL AND LISTEN TO THE TRUTH

    If you will lay aside the ego's voice, however loudly it may seem to call, if you will not accept its petty gifts that give you nothing that you really want; if you will listen with an open mind, that has not told you what salvation is; then you will hear the mighty voice of truth, quiet in power,strong in stillness, and completely certain in its messages.

    Nige:-)

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