the original Irish text

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by.
How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment?
For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone.
That is where the writer scores over his fellows:
he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.
~Vita Sackville-West

The wastebasket
is a writer's
best friend.
~Isaac Bashevis Singer

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth

Don't tell me the moon is shining;
show me the glint of light on broken glass.
~Anton Chekhov

Easy reading
is damn hard writing.
~Nathaniel Hawthorne

Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers,
oftentimes brother and sister,
and occasionally mortal enemies.
~Emme Woodhull-Bäche

If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live,
I wouldn't brood.
I'd type a little faster.
~Isaac Asimov

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary,
how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
~Nathaniel Hawthorne

A critic can only review the book he has read,
not the one which the writer wrote.
~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960

Had a dream that we were dead, but we pretended that we still lived.
With no regrets we never bled and we took everything life could give
And came up broken empty handed in the end
In the hearts of the blind, something you'll never find is a vision of light
With the voice of the dead, I'm screaming

I don't know who I am anymore
Not once in life have I been real but I never felt this close before
I've been looking in your window I've been dressing in your clothes
I've been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can't go on.

Had a dream that fire fell from an opening in the sky
Someone warned me of this hell, and I spit in his naive eye
And left him crying for my soul he said would die.
In the hearts of the blind something you'll never find is a vision of light
With the voice of the dead I'm screaming

I don't know who I am anymore.
Not once in life have I been real, but I've never felt this close before
I've been looking in your window, been dressing in your clothes
I've been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can't go on.

In the hearts of the blind, something you'll never find is a vision of light
With the voice of the dead, I'm screaming

I don't know who I am anymore.
Not once in life have I been real, but I've never felt this close before
I've been looking in your window, been dressing in your clothes
I've been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can't go on.


I've been looking in your window I've been dressing in your clothes
I've been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can't go on.

This Close by Flyleaf

Its like being in love you rob your own mind and defile your bed
You ignore the fight of the players who both end up dead
And you pretend for us and you pretend for them
This fairytale will make them jealous of you

But its not the kind,the kind you talked about
And its just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind

She is feeding you and you lie with her
And for the first time your right arm becomes useful
As you sin with it you wanna cut it off but instead you thank god for all of the wrong you do.

But its not the kind,the kind you talked about
And its just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind

She is feeding you and you lie with her
And for the first time your right arm becomes useful
As you sin with it you wanna cut it off but instead you thank god for all of the wrong you do.

You cut the cord today with God's hand to hold yours steady
He waits for you to apply the pressure
The warmth of His breath wrapped in His words
As He repeats His Truth after Truth after Truth after Truth

But its just the kind the kind you talked about and its just the kind
That clothes your mind with Christ
He is feeding you and you know the truth and I pray this is the last song I will sing to you

And its just the kind the kind you talked about and its just the kind
That clothes your mind with Christ
He is feeding you and you know the truth and I pray this is the last song I will sing to you

I'm sorry Father, I'm sorry sister, I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry everybody

The Kind by Flyleaf

We can't be oblivious, We are not ignorant
Blood in our hearts, Blood on our hands

We're human, we reason We're breathing, protecting
The living and dying Surviving we're trying to
Breathe in safety, come home safely

Mercy screams it's violent love
JUSTICE and mercy, JUSTICE and mercy
The depth of us created for
JUSTICE and mercy, JUSTICE and mercy
This is where they kiss

Life here sacrificed, Someone who payed the price
Blood in our hearts, Blood on our hands

We cry out, we're fighting, It's warfare, we're dying
Believing, we're winning, It's ending, we're singing
It's all ready done, we've over come

Mercy screams it's violent love
JUSTICE and mercy, JUSTICE and mercy
The depth of us created for
JUSTICE and mercy, JUSTICE and mercy
This is where they kiss

With our life on the line
THE FIRE
That consumes or refines
THE FIRE
To ascend or decline, To retreat or to climb
Out of sight out of mind, 'Till attacked from behind
Will this fire consume or refine?

Mercy screams it's violent love
JUSTICE and mercy, JUSTICE and mercy
The depth of us created for
JUSTICE and mercy, JUSTICE and mercy
This is where they kiss

Justice and Mercy by Flyleaf