The Narrow Line

We walk a lonely road
Or so I have been told
That life's a lonely journey for us all
But here I'd like to say, somewhere along the way
We choose how we stand and how we fall

For to walk upon this earth, there's a price I have to pay
For all you do and say, and all you hope and pray
And all that you oppose and obey

And all that you believe, and all you laugh and grieve
and what you have become today

And to think the way I do, there's a price I have to pay

Walk the narrow line, walk the narrow line
Walk the narrow line back home
I'll walk until I find, my truth and piece of mind
I will walk the narrow line

Peace will come, your peace will come
When all is said and done
It's only a memory away

And when you find peace, and all your angers cease
Then you'll make some sense of it all
Then the promises of truth, that shone so bright in youth
Give way to greater knowledge as they fall

To be truthful to myself, there's a price I have to pay

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

OK enough for today. I must pick up Jeanne and my head is full of integers, floats, assignments, variables and objects and of course proper pointing so that it all happens without error. Somehow this will all make sense on a larger level when I attempt to make it work with genealogy data, graphics and web design. Right?.... Oh come on.. don't look at me like that.. Nod with more conviction. I'll get it ... eventually .. That's all for today.
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