Posts Tagged With: Simon and Garfunkel

Who Hasn’t Needed a “Bridge Over Troubled Water”?

Daily Prompt:  This is Your Song – Take a line from a song that you love or connect with. Turn that line into the title of your post.

 

Bridge Over Troubled Water
 
When you’re weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all
I’m on your site, oh, When times get rough
And friends just can’t be found
Like a bridge over troubled water,
I will lay me down,
Oh, like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
When you’re down and out, when you’re on the streets
When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you
I’ll take your part when the darkness falls and pain is all around
Yes, like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Oh, like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Sail on, silver girl, sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
Oh, if you need a friend,
I’m sailing right behind
Yes, like a bridge over troubled water
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Simon and Garfunkel Redux

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Am a Rock.”  Is it easy for you to ask for help when you need it, or do you prefer to rely only on yourself? Why? 

“I Am A Rock”

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

Simon and Garfunkel, 1966

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