She Says - Jon Foreman

To me, I want this to be more about my thoughts than really something I want to run out and show people.

God has been doing some hard things in my life lately. God has taken away something I love very much. I think there are plenty of reasons why He did this. As more time goes on, I realize more and more reasons why this was taken from me. I hope that my next couple of posts can explain some of those reasons.

I am ashamed on how I have handled most of this situation. I think I came across as putting all of the blame, or most of the blame on her. I have done some serious soul searching, and I have talked to those close to me and have realized that I am a lot of the problem. She said things that I told her were not true, only to find out in the past couple days that maybe they were. That really hurts to admit. I will go into some of these things later. For me I need to get all of my thoughts down so that I can process them.

People have been asking how I am doing. And once again, the answer has been put to music. Thank you Jon Foreman.

Looking for reasons
To believe instead of doubt
A way in instead of out
There’s got to be a reason

Looking for answers
For the hatred and pain
When they both start to feel the same
There’s got to be a reason

Only one breath at a time, she says
All my tears are falling on the floor, she says
I’ve never felt it rain like this before, she says
I’ll sing these black eyed blues into the storm instead
I’ll be waiting for the new eyes to arrive
One breath at a time

Kings and queens and little dreams
Are stuck inside these nightmares sometimes, sometimes
And the fairy tales we play
Seem so far away from where she was tonight
Sometimes

I hear her talking to herself in bed
All my tears are falling on the floor, she says
I’ve never felt it rain like this before, she says
I’ll sing these black eyed blues into the storm instead
I’ll be waiting for the new eyes to arrive
One breath at a time

Oh, one breath at a time
Oh, one breath at a time
Oh, one breath at a time

Oh, and I’m holding on to you
And I won’t let go
The world is torn in two
But I won’t let go
You’re the only thing that’s true
In this whole world of black eyed blues
And disillusioned points of view
When the pain feels like a knife, she says
I’m not giving up tonight, she says

Oh, she says
Oh, she says
I’ll be waiting for the new eyes to arrive, she says
She says
Oh, she says
Oh, she says
Oh, she says
I’ll be waiting for the new eyes to arrive