Monday, June 20, 2011

Bluebell Syndrome

Read the lyrics to this song and you'll know what I've been doing my whole life.

This is a Miranda Lambert song, called Virginia Bluebell. The first time I heard it, the words resonated within my heart - it rings true to my soul (no pun intended). I'll explain why I relate with this song in my next post...

Virginia Bluebell
Carrying the weight on the end of a limb,
you're just waitin for somebody to pick you up again.
Shaded by a tree, can't live up to a rose.
All you ever wanted was a silent place to grow.

Pretty little thing, sometimes you gotta look up and let the world see all the beauty that your made of.
Cause the way you hang you head nobody can tell.
You're my Virginia bluebell, my Viginia bluebell.

Even through the snow, a flower can bloom.
You just need a little push.
Spring is coming soon.
Umbrella in the rain, they'll roll off your back.
Better watcha can realize what you have.

Pretty little thing, sometimes you gotta look up and let the world see all the beauty that your made of.

Cause the way you hang your head nobody can tell.
You're my Virginia bluebell, my Viginia bluebell.

Put a little light in the darkest places.
Put a little smile on the saddest faces.
Pretty little thing, sometimes you gotta look up and let the world see all the beauty that your made of.
Cause the way you hang your head nobody can tell.
You're my Virginia bluebell, my Viginia bluebell.

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