Let me know your thoughts on this song’s lyrics. 🙂 I love the part that says, “Those who fear the grave, never find the truth”
Campfires and Masquerades
by Jason Upton
I remember a story
A story of a little boy
The story of a mother’s child
The story of all
I remember the middle of the darkness
Reaching out for a hand to hold
Reaching out for anything
That will lead me back home
I’m still here
I’m still waiting for you
After all these years
I remember the shadows
On the walls of my memory
They more around like reality
In this prison that we’ve made
And I remember the first born sunrise
Couldn’t stand to open my eyes
Like a blind man wandering
On the edge of his grave
I’m still here
I’m still waiting for you
After all these years
After all these years
Campfires and Masquerades
Come and go like cheap parades
When nothing’s lost and nothings’ changed
We like it that way
Our politicians have to lie
Because if they opened up our eyes
We’d kill them just like the others who tried
To pull us out of this cave
Maybe that’s why we’re so shaken
When our questions have the courage to
Come and drag us from our fiction
Those who fear the grave
Never find the truth
Everyday begins at midnight
If we’re ever gonna see the sun rise
Somebody’s gotta wake up
Before the morning comes
Somebody’s gotta wake up
Gotta wake up
Somebody’s gotta wake up
Before the morning comes…
How can I get in touch with the people and ministry in Palanan, Isabela? Btw, I love the blog about the place. Thanks! 🙂
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Thank you, Nissi. 🙂 Please feel free to send me an e-mail. I can forward it to my missionary friend who pioneered a ministry there. 🙂
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Love this album!!
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