Lyrics true to one's soul. Check them out!
I discovered this band while I was at Verve--An Arts Festival (search for their page on Facebook ^_^)
and this was the song that moved me to tears and made me remember them.
Rachel has such a unique singing style; its gentle and soulful, and it just feels like no one else other than her could have pulled it off so well.
Indeed, we grow up. As time flows like an unforgiving leaky faucet, we change. Sometimes it's a choice, other times we are forced to do so. Nonetheless, we have all experienced the 'loss of innocence' phase, cheesy as it sounds.
It can also get pretty upsetting if you think back on how you used to be so simple; taking people's words at surface level, not understanding nor aware of the dark complexities in life, and thinking of the world as either black or white. There was no grey. There were no webs that you could get lost in trying to figure out the underlying truths.
It was.. Simple. Simple like a bowl of white rice that, if chewed and kept in your mouth for long enough, could give you a subtle taste of sweetness that lingers but doesn't overpower.
You were a blank canvas. You trusted everything you were told. If black paint was accidentally knocked over you, you would admire the shine and depth of the colour. If a dirty green spot of paint was put on you, you associated it not with mold but with the beautiful evergreen trees, and look up to them for their willpower during storms and the winter.
Winter wasn't the cruel cold but a wonder to behold.
Of course, it's your choice to look at the glass as half full or empty.
But a cup of pure, plain water gets easily jaded and tainted.
It gets murky, and suddenly it's difficult to see where you are going. Or who you are.
They call it 'emo'.
I call it human.
So yes, go ahead. Be jaded, be 'emo', lose your way, lose your reason to live. But at the end of the day, remember that a lamp, now dim and flickering, still shines within you. It has always been there, and it's waiting for you to notice it. It wants you to realise that even in this cold place we call the world, beauty exists.
Beauty. It exists.
It really does.
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