{Out Loud}

Would you be the wind to blow me home?
Would you be a dream on the wings of a poem?
And if we were walking through a cloud
Well, you know I’d be proud

If you call my name out loud
If you call my name out loud
Do you suppose that I would come running?
Do you suppose I’d come at all?
I suppose I would, I suppose I would
I suppose I would, I suppose
Yeah, yeah, yeah

And if we were walking down a dead end street
Would you be that one to let our eyes meet?
Or would you just keep on walking down to the turn around
‘Cause you know that I’d be proud

If you call my name out loud
If you call my name out loud
Do you suppose that I would come running?
Do you suppose I’d come at all?
I suppose I would

And if we were gone from the land we know
Would you be the dawn and let your beauty still show
And if ever I were walking and heard the cold night coming
Would you call my name? ‘Cause you know I’d come running

If you call my name out loud
If you call my name out loud
Do you suppose that I would come running
Do you suppose I’d come at all?

You know I would, you know I would, yeah
You know I would, you know I would
Yeah I come runnin’, I come runnin’
I come runnin’, I come runnin’
If you call my name out loud

Lyrics by Dispatch

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Daily Dose of Philosophical Encouragement

Hello, world.
I’m always a sucker for some wholesome, philosophical goodness in the form of words so sweet they flow like honey.

This post by a fellow blogger carries this goodness & led me to the following words of beautiful wisdom:

“What is a fear of living? It’s being preeminently afraid of dying. It is not doing what you came here to do, out of timidity and spinelessness. The antidote is to take full responsibility for yourself – for the time you take up and the space you occupy. If you don’t know what you’re here to do, then just do some good.”

– Maya Angelou

Wishing you a day of love,

-HH