ready to face and endure danger or pain; showing courage.
You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love
Or you can start speaking up
Nothing’s gonna hurt you the way that words do
When they settle ‘neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
Everybody’s been there,
Everybody’s been stared down by the enemy
Fallen for the fear
And done some disappearing,
Bow down to the mighty
Don’t run, stop holding your tongue
Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is
And since your history of silence
Won’t do you any good,
Did you think it would?
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don’t you tell them the truth?
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love
Or you can start speaking up
Nothing’s gonna hurt you the way that words do
When they settle ‘neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
Everybody’s been there,
Everybody’s been stared down by the enemy
Fallen for the fear
And done some disappearing,
Bow down to the mighty
Don’t run, stop holding your tongue
Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is
And since your history of silence
Won’t do you any good,
Did you think it would?
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don’t you tell them the truth?
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
What a great song, my friend forwarded this song to me the other day in a text message. Telling me to be brave and LIVE LIFE HAPPY!!
She is brave.
I believe that she knows whats in my heart even when I am not talking about it.
She knows I struggle with some issues.
BIG FAT ISSUES. FAT ISSUES. FAT.
That is my singular battle. When thinking of just myself. Being fat is my barrier.
My barrier to confidence, my barrier to feeling good, barrier to healthy relationships, barrier to the vision of my future.
But at this point I am not BRAVE enough to tackle it.
Now lets talk about the great brave people in my life.
This is our boy jack.
He is the bravest person I know.
He continues to push forward, try new things, be thoughtful, not give up, and he DREAMS of the day he is a grown up.
He gets nervous when trying something new, but does it anyway, at 100%
He no longer has a tss worker with him in class.
His teacher has said he doesnt need it. I asked her if he has friends and if the other kids like him?
Her answer...
With a quizzical look on her face..
"Why wouldn't they like him? he is always happy, friendly and doesn't have a malicious bone in his body."
"He skips wherever he goes, he wants to be with EVERYONE, and is so obviously loved, he cant help but to share it."
This is true.
He started karate and is growing leeps and bounds in the studio. He wants to please his teacher and is a model student.
He works hard on discipline and concentration. He wants to be student of the month for November. He is brave.
Look at how far he has come in just one year, can you see it? I dreamed of these days, I thought they would never come. God gave him to us, but only for a short while. He is a gift, not only to our family, but I believe he will do/be/effect great things. I snuggle that beautiful face every morning, and though I know I should do it more often, I thank God for this boy.
My Allie, she is brave.
She goes to work, where no on else wants to be. She handles peoples lives, THEIR LIViNG BREATHING< HEART BEATING lives... everyday.
She tangles with Dr's, Surgeons, that are convinced they do nothing wrong.
She comforts families, patients at the end of their lives and occasionally has a happy ending.
Not often.
But sometimes. Then she goes home sleeps and goes back for more.
She is brave, she is strong, she is smart. I have spoken befoer about Leah being "our person" when Dad passed away. She was there, and remained strong and composed but comforting.
Allie is that person to other families now.
She is their forever memory of those last few days, minutes, hours. SHE is their "person"
That is brave.
My Missi.
She and Brandon and his brother went to NYC last weekend for a visit with their friends. She was the only girl there. The gang looks ike the United Nations. Some are Indian, some are Japanese, some ar Chinese, and African American. She and Brandon... white. Why is this brave? She loves these people, they are quirky, super smart, and differen.t They have all come together from across the country to spend a weekend in Sushi bars, and Indian food restaurants, to talk about quantum physics and Pikachu! I will try to atttach a photo of Missi and her gang. She finds comfort in the city with others that like the same things she does. She came home feeling... validated.
She is brave for not giving in all these years to the pressures of being JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
Her friends came from LA, Phila.DC and those that live in the city just to be THEM.
I am proud of her. When I asked her what her friends do, she said, ah well....
One google employee form California, a computer programmer for the NSA. One kid is in advertising in NYC. Oh how I love the idea of her finding her place with people that appreciate her. She is BRAVE.
She goes to work, where no on else wants to be. She handles peoples lives, THEIR LIViNG BREATHING< HEART BEATING lives... everyday.
She tangles with Dr's, Surgeons, that are convinced they do nothing wrong.
She comforts families, patients at the end of their lives and occasionally has a happy ending.
Not often.
But sometimes. Then she goes home sleeps and goes back for more.
She is brave, she is strong, she is smart. I have spoken befoer about Leah being "our person" when Dad passed away. She was there, and remained strong and composed but comforting.
Allie is that person to other families now.
She is their forever memory of those last few days, minutes, hours. SHE is their "person"
That is brave.
My Missi.
She and Brandon and his brother went to NYC last weekend for a visit with their friends. She was the only girl there. The gang looks ike the United Nations. Some are Indian, some are Japanese, some ar Chinese, and African American. She and Brandon... white. Why is this brave? She loves these people, they are quirky, super smart, and differen.t They have all come together from across the country to spend a weekend in Sushi bars, and Indian food restaurants, to talk about quantum physics and Pikachu! I will try to atttach a photo of Missi and her gang. She finds comfort in the city with others that like the same things she does. She came home feeling... validated.
She is brave for not giving in all these years to the pressures of being JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
Her friends came from LA, Phila.DC and those that live in the city just to be THEM.
I am proud of her. When I asked her what her friends do, she said, ah well....
One google employee form California, a computer programmer for the NSA. One kid is in advertising in NYC. Oh how I love the idea of her finding her place with people that appreciate her. She is BRAVE.
Nana, Is brave. SHe has pushed on these past 7 years. Sara is brave, she pushes every minute. Never giving a sign that she is defeated. Andy is brave...
I need more courage to stay my course so I can feel better. Its going to be ok gang. Love to all.
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