east to west

has been great with you all.

Here I am, Lord, and I'm drowning in your sea of forgetfulnessThe chains of yesterday surround me
I yearn for peace and rest
I don't want to end up where You found me
And it echoes in my mind, keeps me awake tonight
I know You've cast my sin as far as the east is from the west
And I stand before You now as though I've never sinned
But today I feel like I'm just one mistake away from You leaving me this way

Jesus, can You show me just how far the east is from the west
'cause I can't bear to see the man I've been come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
'cause You know just how far the east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other

I start the day, the war begins, endless reminding of my sin
Time and time again Your truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in
Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away from You leaving me this way

I know You've washed me white, turned my darkness into light
I need Your peace to get me through, to get me through this night
I can't live by what I feel, but by the truth Your word reveals
I'm not holding on to You, but You're holding on to me
You're holding on to me

Jesus, You know just how far the east is from the west
I don't have to see the man I've been come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
'cause You know just how far the east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other
One scarred hand to the other
From one scarred hand to the other

Emerald is my Greatest

I have never been into the west and so here i am dreaming that someday i will be making footsteps on the soft sides of the Irish's beautiful hills. If i am to be born as another person, i dont say that i am not happy being what i am right now, i would gladly be born on this side of the world. In the Emerald Isle, Ireland.

Ever since i had my first thought of life, i have hoped that i can walk under the shadows of the leaves of trees of where my heart belongs to...and i thought that the horizon and the brackish captures has something to do with what i am and what i will be. Now i have spent 23 long earth-lives and counting the days till the inevitable comes. I hope someday i will make it and i can make good memories on that side of the earth... tangible or not...and hopefully my next lifetime.


I have lived long enough and i have learned to get away from the reality that i can’t be there because I’m here...here where everyone has the role to portray in maintaining peace and promoting love...to fight against the madness and cry of the world... and where justice is always partial... i have been slowly enjoying the reals.

Now I’m here, dreaming again of being there... of the kind of life i had if i was in there, of the souls ive met walking and the friendships i have made with whoever should it happen. This is totally kinda funny and totally out of tune to be talking like this, but this is i think is the best thought i ever had. I play my role being frank in this side and yet i am dreaming to be a grateful lad on the emeralds...

Sharing it with all of you.

The melody of dreamland, where there is infinite succession of the waves
The cliffs and shapes, where the rockbound has witnessed the travellers have revered
The appearance of the blue sky, reflects the soul of the living.
And friendship is allover.
-frank

this song... is the perfect song of my past?mypresent?mynext? lifetime...(i dont know).



Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done

Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
And stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune
And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done
Come by the hills to the land where legend remains
The stories of old fill our hearts and may yet come again
Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won
And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

Come by the Hills
by: Celtic Thunder