Podcast #36 - Way Up High 

It's podcast #36 but it's assignment #37. Next week, I'll post last week's assignment. I'm switching it up because I wrote this song in reaction to the news of Robin Williams' death and felt like this was the time to post it. Let me start off by saying I have many concerns about the world today and events around the world. So, for the few that will be upset that I didn't write about any number of injustices in the world, please understand. I am as deeply angered, upset and saddened by a great deal but, for some reason, this is what resonated with my creative side. I've struggled with depression, I've battled suicidal thoughts. He was someone who had, in my mind, overcome them. He was proof of possibility. Not to say that my proof is gone now that he is. It's not. It still exists. I think maybe it became stronger when I wasn't looking. Or, maybe it's survival instinct, necessity, coming to terms with this responsibility to carry a light when those I've looked up to can no longer do so. It's my job. It's our job...as human beings. No one can always be the strong one or the week one. Our heroes can't always be someone else. Maybe the best we can do is take the best of what we learn from each other and run with it. 

Way Up High
Sometimes the bravest souls
Are on the darker side
Burning with everything
Taking the wildest ride
Deeper than ocean depths
Leaping from dizzy heights
Staring the demons down
If only in their minds

Wish I could see you now
I thought you’d always be
Some living proof of hope
Is it selfish of me
to want you standing here
Instead of where you are
To stop my losing heart
When all has gone too far

Way up high
You’ve found your way home
Way up high
Where only your sweet,
sweet soul could go

You won’t come crashing down
Not here, not anymore
You’re far beyond the clouds
that gathered 'round, you left this world
a little darker for
just having gone away
If you can’t send a light
Then, can you send a little rain

From way up high
You’ve found your way home
Way up high
Where only your sweet,
sweet soul could go

All my heroes
are losing the fight
All my hopes keep
dropping like flies
I’m not ready
To grow up
and keep them alive

But, if not, the battle ends
without a victory
only the bitter loss
that set you free


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