If I Were a Cat

If I could, I would tell you the story. I would tell you our story. But with every attempt, it escapes my grasp like water - like sand.

Maybe it is my own doing. I clutch too tightly, or perhaps not tightly enough. Either way I am left empty handed and unable, regardless of how willing. Yet, I ask, am I willing? Fear is a terrible and awsome foe. A foe my small self cannot conquer.

I am without a weapon with which to slay the giant. There is no safety net beneath me.

I am not a cat, that I can quickly right myself, before hitting the ground. I am rather more like the bird, with it's wings in splints, confined to solid land instead of the billows and breezes that seem more like home.

I could tell you our story, if I could only repair the wing or build a net or slay the giant or become a cat.

© Rachelle LeCount

"The Story"
Brandi Carlile



Lyrics:

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

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