Sunday, May 14, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
As appears on MWC News
Why Do They Capitulate?
By Christy Cole
I have sat in witness of the various discussions between big 'D', and little 'd' democrats for as long as I have been active in this debate. The followers are mad at the leaders, the leaders do not care, As surely as Bush has betrayed true conservatives, the democrats in the house and senate have, at every turn, aided and abetted his plundering of the United States of America.
At every turn democrats in the House and Senate have allowed unjust slaughter and war profiteering in the name of We the People. They have turned blinded eyes to MOUNTAINS of evidence and betrayed everything we have ever believed we stood for.
Why, we wonder, WHY have they done this? Why do they continue to do so...?
They betray our own nation with silence, and we are left to wonder why. How can it be that the senate would allow a tyrant to be unleashed upon us...? How it is there are no consequences for the ones who sacrificed THOUSANDS of our bravest children for LIES...?
Why do they stand aside as he cuts the surviving soldiers MEDICAL BENEFITS! Take food from the elderly to feed Halliburton and Exxon?
Could it be they have ALL been bought...? Bought and paid for by players much like Jack Abramoff..? It seems odd there is not one untouchable among them. I am not even sure bribing ALL of congress is possible, but I think most do have a price. So how do you shut up the rest..?
It is really quite simple. You blackmail them
I find it very, very odd as well, in this entire discussion of bribery, perjury, conspiracy, money laundering, election rigging, and buying of legislation, the one most useful tool for a criminal is noticeably completely absent from all of the discussions.
Blackmail. It seems such a...passive crime. Eh? No force, all profit. Implication alone provides the pressure. It happens in the utter silence.
If Bush did not want the F.I.S.A. court to know he was spying on political opponents, it only is but another step down that path to assume those enemies were in the House and Senate. Perhaps even the Supreme Court. Forcing someone's resignation with illegally obtained wiretaps would not be hard if the info collected were just juicy enough.
We know how it works from there; Karl Rove selectively leaks parts that only he and his group of fake Intel monkeys can put into context. Chris Matthews makes sure to let the viewer know who 'the good guys' are. Lush Limpball renders Osama irrelevant with two pills. Or one, depending on the doctor.
Is it really possible that Bush is blackmailing members of Congress...? I think the republicans have reminded us how easy it is to buy off large numbers of public officials. And if they are committing overt acts of bribery, WHY NOT BLACKMAIL...? It would almost be impossible to continue one, without the other.
Not EVERYONE can be bought, but everyone does have something to hide. Congress is not only openly covering their own complicity, but doing their level best to ignore the crimes of the Bush Administration.
Have you ever seen anything like this situation we are in due to their actions ?
The reports of Bush spying on U.N. Members went almost unnoticed. Imagine what info contained in those personal correspondents could be used against council members. Like Kofi Annan's son. What would you do for your own son...? If Annan was being blackmailed it would explain a lot. MUCH, in fact.
Everyone has something they would rather pay to hide than deal with face to face. EVERYONE. It is why blackmail is such a successful endeavor for criminals. We all have someone we would pay to 'protect' from our sins.
When you sit back and wonder about the depth of the betrayal the United States Congress has committed against We, at some point you will have to ask WHY they are allowing this to happen. Why do they continue to quibble for scraps at the foot of a tyrant, rather than embrace the will of the people?
They are clearly afraid, but refuse to openly discuss their fears to the very people who could protect them. The ones THEY were sworn to protect. Us. They REFUSE to tell us simple truths.
It has become clear that their own dark secrets, their own sins are being used against them. It has become obvious those not being paid off outright are in the grips of something unseen, and threatening. A collaboration of deep silence exists among them, as they no longer bother to refuse those that would strangle the life out of this nation with lies, treason, and deceits.
High crimes and misdemeanors have been ignored deliberately. The evidence is both on the public record and overwhelming. The same cabal of people is damned by it, again, and again. The Downing Street Memos alone are enough to hang George W. Bush and Tony Blair both, for TREASON.
It is enough to have them tried in the HAUGE for WAR CRIMES. No man is above the law. Not presidents. Not prime ministers.
And those whom have a duty to stop it are obviously in no mind to even seriously try.
The House and Senate piss away any chance we the People ever had to live free and die with our dignity intact. The dog eaten corpses in New Orleans will forever stand in history as what we can expect as American citizens from our leaders that all swore oaths to protect us in these times.
Oaths they have betrayed, but for what? Why have they done so, how did that happen; all remains elusive.
As our hospitals go bankrupt they spend $100,000 dollars per minute to kill people who were never capable of harming us, never threatened to harm us, and never DID harm us, in any way.
They are torturing in the name of our children. Habeas Corpus is now riddled with exception. If your vote is stolen then you are ALREADY a slave. And those in the House and Senate stand by and make empty gestures for the cameras. They talk without ever breaking their silence. "Yap, yap, yap," Is what they say as the desperation mounts right before their eyes. They refuse to see it.
They capitulate, and our entire empire lays in the balance of a calculated cowardice.
WHY is no one asking about blackmail...? After all the crimes this administration has committed and is planning, it would actually seem the milder of their crimes.
The silence, itself, has become a conspiracy all on its' own. It is obvious to even the blind and unimaginative. It is an anomaly so vast, it seems almost incomprehensible.
Until you consider blackmail
What I do not understand is why others are not doing just that. It is the only piece of the puzzle missing.
Why Do They Capitulate?
By Christy Cole
I have sat in witness of the various discussions between big 'D', and little 'd' democrats for as long as I have been active in this debate. The followers are mad at the leaders, the leaders do not care, As surely as Bush has betrayed true conservatives, the democrats in the house and senate have, at every turn, aided and abetted his plundering of the United States of America.
At every turn democrats in the House and Senate have allowed unjust slaughter and war profiteering in the name of We the People. They have turned blinded eyes to MOUNTAINS of evidence and betrayed everything we have ever believed we stood for.
Why, we wonder, WHY have they done this? Why do they continue to do so...?
They betray our own nation with silence, and we are left to wonder why. How can it be that the senate would allow a tyrant to be unleashed upon us...? How it is there are no consequences for the ones who sacrificed THOUSANDS of our bravest children for LIES...?
Why do they stand aside as he cuts the surviving soldiers MEDICAL BENEFITS! Take food from the elderly to feed Halliburton and Exxon?
Could it be they have ALL been bought...? Bought and paid for by players much like Jack Abramoff..? It seems odd there is not one untouchable among them. I am not even sure bribing ALL of congress is possible, but I think most do have a price. So how do you shut up the rest..?
It is really quite simple. You blackmail them
I find it very, very odd as well, in this entire discussion of bribery, perjury, conspiracy, money laundering, election rigging, and buying of legislation, the one most useful tool for a criminal is noticeably completely absent from all of the discussions.
Blackmail. It seems such a...passive crime. Eh? No force, all profit. Implication alone provides the pressure. It happens in the utter silence.
If Bush did not want the F.I.S.A. court to know he was spying on political opponents, it only is but another step down that path to assume those enemies were in the House and Senate. Perhaps even the Supreme Court. Forcing someone's resignation with illegally obtained wiretaps would not be hard if the info collected were just juicy enough.
We know how it works from there; Karl Rove selectively leaks parts that only he and his group of fake Intel monkeys can put into context. Chris Matthews makes sure to let the viewer know who 'the good guys' are. Lush Limpball renders Osama irrelevant with two pills. Or one, depending on the doctor.
Is it really possible that Bush is blackmailing members of Congress...? I think the republicans have reminded us how easy it is to buy off large numbers of public officials. And if they are committing overt acts of bribery, WHY NOT BLACKMAIL...? It would almost be impossible to continue one, without the other.
Not EVERYONE can be bought, but everyone does have something to hide. Congress is not only openly covering their own complicity, but doing their level best to ignore the crimes of the Bush Administration.
Have you ever seen anything like this situation we are in due to their actions ?
The reports of Bush spying on U.N. Members went almost unnoticed. Imagine what info contained in those personal correspondents could be used against council members. Like Kofi Annan's son. What would you do for your own son...? If Annan was being blackmailed it would explain a lot. MUCH, in fact.
Everyone has something they would rather pay to hide than deal with face to face. EVERYONE. It is why blackmail is such a successful endeavor for criminals. We all have someone we would pay to 'protect' from our sins.
When you sit back and wonder about the depth of the betrayal the United States Congress has committed against We, at some point you will have to ask WHY they are allowing this to happen. Why do they continue to quibble for scraps at the foot of a tyrant, rather than embrace the will of the people?
They are clearly afraid, but refuse to openly discuss their fears to the very people who could protect them. The ones THEY were sworn to protect. Us. They REFUSE to tell us simple truths.
It has become clear that their own dark secrets, their own sins are being used against them. It has become obvious those not being paid off outright are in the grips of something unseen, and threatening. A collaboration of deep silence exists among them, as they no longer bother to refuse those that would strangle the life out of this nation with lies, treason, and deceits.
High crimes and misdemeanors have been ignored deliberately. The evidence is both on the public record and overwhelming. The same cabal of people is damned by it, again, and again. The Downing Street Memos alone are enough to hang George W. Bush and Tony Blair both, for TREASON.
It is enough to have them tried in the HAUGE for WAR CRIMES. No man is above the law. Not presidents. Not prime ministers.
And those whom have a duty to stop it are obviously in no mind to even seriously try.
The House and Senate piss away any chance we the People ever had to live free and die with our dignity intact. The dog eaten corpses in New Orleans will forever stand in history as what we can expect as American citizens from our leaders that all swore oaths to protect us in these times.
Oaths they have betrayed, but for what? Why have they done so, how did that happen; all remains elusive.
As our hospitals go bankrupt they spend $100,000 dollars per minute to kill people who were never capable of harming us, never threatened to harm us, and never DID harm us, in any way.
They are torturing in the name of our children. Habeas Corpus is now riddled with exception. If your vote is stolen then you are ALREADY a slave. And those in the House and Senate stand by and make empty gestures for the cameras. They talk without ever breaking their silence. "Yap, yap, yap," Is what they say as the desperation mounts right before their eyes. They refuse to see it.
They capitulate, and our entire empire lays in the balance of a calculated cowardice.
WHY is no one asking about blackmail...? After all the crimes this administration has committed and is planning, it would actually seem the milder of their crimes.
The silence, itself, has become a conspiracy all on its' own. It is obvious to even the blind and unimaginative. It is an anomaly so vast, it seems almost incomprehensible.
Until you consider blackmail
What I do not understand is why others are not doing just that. It is the only piece of the puzzle missing.
As appears on MWCNews
By Christy Cole
If I Screamed It, Would You Hear Me?
Not too long ago I wrote an article entitled 'Preaching to the Choir.' in which I discussed the political abandonment of the deep south. When I wrote it, I was blissfully unaware of exactly how right I was. Or how it would bring death so close in plentiful amounts.
As a resident of Louisiana I would like to tell you about what you have lost. I would like you to see it, as I saw it.
New Orleans. Or, as they say if you’re from here, "Nuuuw 'Awwwlins'. So famous, most think her our capital city. Baton Rouge is the capital of Louisiana, but New Orleans was our crown jewel. World wide she was known for her parties, her history, her engineering feats, her defiance of nature itself. And on top of it all was a culture unlike any place on earth. A place where history is beloved and alive.
So very, very ALIVE.
Like most Americans I have never had a vacation, but I did find myself once in New Orleans. It changed my heart, from the first moment I saw it. The skyline in itself was not terribly distinctive but quaint in certain ways. Most of Louisiana is so lush the horizons are usually shortened and blunted by it. Not so there in that coastal city. But since it was under sea level you had the bizarre feeling of having to glance upwards to find the horizon. It is actually a visual oddity you had to adjust to. You get a sense of the true power of man and nature colliding. And man winning.
The rich historical homes and streets of the Garden District were the most pleasurable sight on earth. Louisiana architecture is as unique as the rest of her and those fine homes were so beautiful I found myself day dreaming of the people that must live and work in them. I thought of the history they had witnessed. I also went into the workers' districts, and houses so bright and cheerful also made me dream of those people as well in vibrant colors. I saw poetry in their anonymous, friendly faces. Even the cemeteries are world famous and as gorgeous as you ever hope to find death.
New Orleans, a place so beautiful even the cemeteries are lovely.
Quite unexpectedly I wound up in the French Quarter at nine am on a day so clear it was a true honor to be alive. Even though I’m not a drinker, and even though it was VERY early, I decided to get drunk. It took all of one strong drink at Pat O'Briens. I drank my very first Long Island Iced Tea there. What a blast. The historical scenes of 'Interview with a Vampire' with Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt, they filmed from right there in that historic building. Being giddy with whatever the hell they put in those 'Teas' I stood not just where stars like Cruise and Pitt stood, but I stood in a place where much history had unfolded.
In all of Louisiana two very separate histories exist... In New Orleans, those two histories actually became one. What a sight it was to behold. Caribbean, French, African, English, Indian, Roman, Yankee, Dutch, German, Cajun and ALL American through and through.
I believed they called it 'The Big Easy' because it was so effortless to fall in love with her and her people.
I had my one tea bender and went wandering in the streets where a homeless man in a full king’s costume, crown and all, rushed across the street and proposed marriage to me on the spot. He actually quoted Shakespeare while asking. (Alas, I declined...although the classic verses were fantastic.) Before a spectacle could arise I went on further into the heart of New Orleans.
I passed art shops, museums, and five star restaurants. I found voodoo shops, cathedrals, and gentle courtyards. And constantly as I walked I heard music. Jazz spilled into the streets like flowers blooming from one block to another. I found transvestite strip clubs, and out of nowhere a mini parade almost ran me down. I found one of the seven death masks of Napoleon and the very same table and chair that General Hickory used when planning a final humiliation for the bloody British. So what if the war was actually already over. We didn't know it.
Legend has it, Hickory used alligators for cannons when the real ones melted. A very inventive use for a reptile, I must say.
And everywhere you went, there were the people who are also like no others on earth. They are the bearers of the weight of the two histories. And in truth, without them, it would have been just a place.
The people of New Orleans ARE the music. They ARE the history. They ARE the food, the flavor, the variety of what they built for us all. They are what is most special about a bunch of buildings on the coast. As long as we have them, we have the soul of New Orleans living and breathing amongst us.
They are the soul of what is now a ghost.
And they were left behind to die. There is simply no other way to put it.
My nation has shamed me before. When I think of all the innocent Iraqis that died for lies, I weep bitter angry tears. I have stepped up and lent my voice to those screaming STOP IT STOP IT. But things have changed now. Talking has run its course. I am no longer in possession of the hope it would take to dare believe it would make a difference. Shame is overshadowed by rage. Rage like the ocean that is overcoming one of Americas most beloved cities.
I tried, I tried so hard to get people’s attention on the south politically. Many did respond, because I think people not from here have an inherent curiosity about the deep south. Many did respond in thoughtful debate and inclusion. In some cases I admit I FORCED the conversation in people’s faces. I had to. I always sensed I was running out of time.
I scolded, I taunted. I told them they had abandoned us. Some of them resented it very much. Who was a southerner to dare question the way things are or could be...? I stood in troubled shock as I heard people say the most awful things about us as a people. I saw and heard it said we were not even people, much less humans who deserved mercy. I only very recently realized why the resentment ran so deep.
It was not because we are rude or ignorant that you forgot us. It was not because we love guns, God or fat sheriffs. No, it is not any of that.
You turned away from us politically because you did not want to see yourselves reflected in our eyes. You wanted to believe you were above history. Looking hard at us reflected back a hypocrisy so bright it was like the sun, and you had to turn away or be blinded by the sorrow of unfufilled promise.
Our broken dreams were your unwanted legacy. You forced yourself to believe we no longer dreamed at all.
When we invaded Iraq we gave them 'fair' elections. The Yankees gave us those same 'fair' elections and the south has been a rigged game for over 100 years. You wanted to believe it was 'down there', not 'right here' affecting you. You saw it coming everytime you glanced this way. 'Down there' became someplace REMOVED from you. Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind.
And then God Himself unleashed the storm we have all feared. The winds of time changes everything.
I have heard some strange reasons why people think God hit Louisiana with Katrina. I personally am afraid in my heart, it is the reckoning for 100 years of voter fraud. Had the will of the people been done, those levees would have held. Those levees were an engineering marvel. The Pride of New Orleans. Literally. The people who are New Orleans would not have let their pride falter. Their lives depended on it. Literally.
Had the will of the nation backed them up, the levees would not have been abandoned as surely as her people were. Literally left to die in the very heart of America.
In my memory New Orleans will always be a bright, shining city by the sea. A city whose people defied the ocean every damn day. This one time they lost. After all that is what happens to people abandoned, they become lost. The ones who preyed upon the vulnerabilities of those wandering the streets of New Orleans, should AT LEAST be dealt with as harshly as the looters.
Do not let them twist history. New Orleans survived Katrina. She SURVIVED that nasty bitch. It was the levees breaking that has left people living like animals and dying on the streets. Those levees were not an act of God. They were an act of man.
One million people are homeless. SOMEONE is to blame for this.
SOMEONE WILL take the blame. We will FORCE FEED IT to them if need be. This will not stand. There is only so much decent people can take. And from now on when the hurricane victims who are overrunning my town ask me, 'Where can I go?', I am going to tell them to go sleep in the only other home I own with plenty of free space: The White House. God as my witness, one way or another, it will become a useful structure again. And you can bet your whole empire that the victims of Katrina will not abandon it to apathy. They need it to shelter their hungry children.
Unlike current residents they would actually be GRATEFUL to be there.
By Christy Cole
If I Screamed It, Would You Hear Me?
Not too long ago I wrote an article entitled 'Preaching to the Choir.' in which I discussed the political abandonment of the deep south. When I wrote it, I was blissfully unaware of exactly how right I was. Or how it would bring death so close in plentiful amounts.
As a resident of Louisiana I would like to tell you about what you have lost. I would like you to see it, as I saw it.
New Orleans. Or, as they say if you’re from here, "Nuuuw 'Awwwlins'. So famous, most think her our capital city. Baton Rouge is the capital of Louisiana, but New Orleans was our crown jewel. World wide she was known for her parties, her history, her engineering feats, her defiance of nature itself. And on top of it all was a culture unlike any place on earth. A place where history is beloved and alive.
So very, very ALIVE.
Like most Americans I have never had a vacation, but I did find myself once in New Orleans. It changed my heart, from the first moment I saw it. The skyline in itself was not terribly distinctive but quaint in certain ways. Most of Louisiana is so lush the horizons are usually shortened and blunted by it. Not so there in that coastal city. But since it was under sea level you had the bizarre feeling of having to glance upwards to find the horizon. It is actually a visual oddity you had to adjust to. You get a sense of the true power of man and nature colliding. And man winning.
The rich historical homes and streets of the Garden District were the most pleasurable sight on earth. Louisiana architecture is as unique as the rest of her and those fine homes were so beautiful I found myself day dreaming of the people that must live and work in them. I thought of the history they had witnessed. I also went into the workers' districts, and houses so bright and cheerful also made me dream of those people as well in vibrant colors. I saw poetry in their anonymous, friendly faces. Even the cemeteries are world famous and as gorgeous as you ever hope to find death.
New Orleans, a place so beautiful even the cemeteries are lovely.
Quite unexpectedly I wound up in the French Quarter at nine am on a day so clear it was a true honor to be alive. Even though I’m not a drinker, and even though it was VERY early, I decided to get drunk. It took all of one strong drink at Pat O'Briens. I drank my very first Long Island Iced Tea there. What a blast. The historical scenes of 'Interview with a Vampire' with Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt, they filmed from right there in that historic building. Being giddy with whatever the hell they put in those 'Teas' I stood not just where stars like Cruise and Pitt stood, but I stood in a place where much history had unfolded.
In all of Louisiana two very separate histories exist... In New Orleans, those two histories actually became one. What a sight it was to behold. Caribbean, French, African, English, Indian, Roman, Yankee, Dutch, German, Cajun and ALL American through and through.
I believed they called it 'The Big Easy' because it was so effortless to fall in love with her and her people.
I had my one tea bender and went wandering in the streets where a homeless man in a full king’s costume, crown and all, rushed across the street and proposed marriage to me on the spot. He actually quoted Shakespeare while asking. (Alas, I declined...although the classic verses were fantastic.) Before a spectacle could arise I went on further into the heart of New Orleans.
I passed art shops, museums, and five star restaurants. I found voodoo shops, cathedrals, and gentle courtyards. And constantly as I walked I heard music. Jazz spilled into the streets like flowers blooming from one block to another. I found transvestite strip clubs, and out of nowhere a mini parade almost ran me down. I found one of the seven death masks of Napoleon and the very same table and chair that General Hickory used when planning a final humiliation for the bloody British. So what if the war was actually already over. We didn't know it.
Legend has it, Hickory used alligators for cannons when the real ones melted. A very inventive use for a reptile, I must say.
And everywhere you went, there were the people who are also like no others on earth. They are the bearers of the weight of the two histories. And in truth, without them, it would have been just a place.
The people of New Orleans ARE the music. They ARE the history. They ARE the food, the flavor, the variety of what they built for us all. They are what is most special about a bunch of buildings on the coast. As long as we have them, we have the soul of New Orleans living and breathing amongst us.
They are the soul of what is now a ghost.
And they were left behind to die. There is simply no other way to put it.
My nation has shamed me before. When I think of all the innocent Iraqis that died for lies, I weep bitter angry tears. I have stepped up and lent my voice to those screaming STOP IT STOP IT. But things have changed now. Talking has run its course. I am no longer in possession of the hope it would take to dare believe it would make a difference. Shame is overshadowed by rage. Rage like the ocean that is overcoming one of Americas most beloved cities.
I tried, I tried so hard to get people’s attention on the south politically. Many did respond, because I think people not from here have an inherent curiosity about the deep south. Many did respond in thoughtful debate and inclusion. In some cases I admit I FORCED the conversation in people’s faces. I had to. I always sensed I was running out of time.
I scolded, I taunted. I told them they had abandoned us. Some of them resented it very much. Who was a southerner to dare question the way things are or could be...? I stood in troubled shock as I heard people say the most awful things about us as a people. I saw and heard it said we were not even people, much less humans who deserved mercy. I only very recently realized why the resentment ran so deep.
It was not because we are rude or ignorant that you forgot us. It was not because we love guns, God or fat sheriffs. No, it is not any of that.
You turned away from us politically because you did not want to see yourselves reflected in our eyes. You wanted to believe you were above history. Looking hard at us reflected back a hypocrisy so bright it was like the sun, and you had to turn away or be blinded by the sorrow of unfufilled promise.
Our broken dreams were your unwanted legacy. You forced yourself to believe we no longer dreamed at all.
When we invaded Iraq we gave them 'fair' elections. The Yankees gave us those same 'fair' elections and the south has been a rigged game for over 100 years. You wanted to believe it was 'down there', not 'right here' affecting you. You saw it coming everytime you glanced this way. 'Down there' became someplace REMOVED from you. Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind.
And then God Himself unleashed the storm we have all feared. The winds of time changes everything.
I have heard some strange reasons why people think God hit Louisiana with Katrina. I personally am afraid in my heart, it is the reckoning for 100 years of voter fraud. Had the will of the people been done, those levees would have held. Those levees were an engineering marvel. The Pride of New Orleans. Literally. The people who are New Orleans would not have let their pride falter. Their lives depended on it. Literally.
Had the will of the nation backed them up, the levees would not have been abandoned as surely as her people were. Literally left to die in the very heart of America.
In my memory New Orleans will always be a bright, shining city by the sea. A city whose people defied the ocean every damn day. This one time they lost. After all that is what happens to people abandoned, they become lost. The ones who preyed upon the vulnerabilities of those wandering the streets of New Orleans, should AT LEAST be dealt with as harshly as the looters.
Do not let them twist history. New Orleans survived Katrina. She SURVIVED that nasty bitch. It was the levees breaking that has left people living like animals and dying on the streets. Those levees were not an act of God. They were an act of man.
One million people are homeless. SOMEONE is to blame for this.
SOMEONE WILL take the blame. We will FORCE FEED IT to them if need be. This will not stand. There is only so much decent people can take. And from now on when the hurricane victims who are overrunning my town ask me, 'Where can I go?', I am going to tell them to go sleep in the only other home I own with plenty of free space: The White House. God as my witness, one way or another, it will become a useful structure again. And you can bet your whole empire that the victims of Katrina will not abandon it to apathy. They need it to shelter their hungry children.
Unlike current residents they would actually be GRATEFUL to be there.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Fly Away
If you see this child,
Do not mourn me. Do not grieve.
No goodbye should make you cry,
For what you don't believe.
See me not in this place.
Close your eyes and dream.
Fly with me in outter space.
Meet me by mountain streams.
Do not fear that I shall fade.
For in you my blood is found.
Fly away, love, fly away.
And never touch the ground.
Forget we ever were apart.
For even one single day.
Forgive me of my mortal sins.
And for all I could not say.
Fly away now, fly away.
You must fly away from me.
Go higher still and never land.
Then I, too, shall be free.
Christy Cole
Do not mourn me. Do not grieve.
No goodbye should make you cry,
For what you don't believe.
See me not in this place.
Close your eyes and dream.
Fly with me in outter space.
Meet me by mountain streams.
Do not fear that I shall fade.
For in you my blood is found.
Fly away, love, fly away.
And never touch the ground.
Forget we ever were apart.
For even one single day.
Forgive me of my mortal sins.
And for all I could not say.
Fly away now, fly away.
You must fly away from me.
Go higher still and never land.
Then I, too, shall be free.
Christy Cole
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