Words Will Give You Wings


Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Ask me things and stuff.

8th February 2011

psychobabble23:

I have listened to this song about 5 times today already. I have it on repeat. This is the perfect thing to stumble upon when I am wrapped up in a blanket alone in the office in front of a window watching the snow pour down.

Stacie dear, who is this? I so much love your taste in music sometimes. I still sit in my car and listen to Anthem for a seventeen-year-old girl every time it rains and think of you.

xoxoxox

Source: the-womanifesto

  1. sooorachael reblogged this from the-womanifesto and added:
    Stacie dear, who...so much love your taste...music...
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