My sister was right–Switchfoot keeps writing songs for me.  They
did “Twenty-four” the year I was twenty-four, and now “Daisy”….





   
           
           
          Daisy, give
yourself away
       
           
           
           Lookup at the
rain
           
           
                 The beautiful display
   
           
           
           Of power and
surrender
           
           
           
         Giving us today
   
           
           
           And she gives
herself away

           
           
           
    Rain, another rainy day
   
           
           
          Comes up from the ocean
   
           
           
                Give
herself away
       
           
           
          She comes down easy
   
           
           
          On rich and dead the same
   
           
           
          And she gives herself
away

           
           
         
              Let it
go
           
           
         
         Daisy, Let it go
    
           
           
             Open up
your fist
           
           
       
           This
fallen world
                                    
Doesn’t hold your interest
       
           
           
      It doesn’t hold your soul
   
           
           
         
      Daisy, let it go

           
           
       
      Pain, give yourself a name
   
           
           
            
Call yourself contrition
       
           
           
            Avarice
of blame
           
           
   
               
Giving isn’t easy
       
           
           
           Neither
is the rain
           
           
   
          When she gives
herself away

                                       
Daisy, why another day?
       
           
           
          Why another
sunrise
                                       
Who will take the blame
                                      
For all redemptive motion
                                     
    And every rainy day
    
           
           
         When he gives
himself away

                                    
          
Let it go
           
           
                    Daisy, let it go
    
           
             
           Open
up your fist
       
           
         
            
This fallen world
        
           
         
     It doesn’t hold your interest
  
             
                     It doesn’t
hold your soul
       
           
         
          
    Daisy, let it go


I want to learn to let the world go and give myself away.


    ~The Daisy Girl

9 thoughts on “

  1. yeah, i guess that is kind of ironic. I don’t think I ever would have noticed that. lol. I write what I feel and feelings change from moment to moment. who knows, the next thing you know I may say that the moon doesn’t even exist.

  2. Are you implying that one should stop dating his woman simply because she’s his wife?  What a terrible thing!
    (come on, I have to have something to jab with after you so thoroughly owned me on the grammar)

  3. Sigh, you and every other girl.
    I was just talking about that tonight.  It’s not that big a deal.  I just like the idea of a trip to austin.  That’s where I’m thinking about spending the weekend.  I have an invitation to a few hurricano parties though, so I’m not sure.  I might just weather it out here, if it stays a cat 3 and doesn’t hit houston directly.

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