How sappy, you ask?
It has song lyrics in it.
Yeah.
That sappy.
Dear Martina McBride,
Thank you.
Thank you for the memory of sitting on the swings as a young kid, with Bug, both of us singing your songs, specifically one of our favorites, My Baby Loves Me.
He loves me tender and he loves me mad
He loves me silly and he loves me sad
He thinks I'm pretty, he thinks I'm smart
He likes my nerve and he loves my heart
He's always sayin' he's my biggest fan
My baby loves me just the way that I am
My baby loves me just the way that I am
I can't think of a better message for young girls to learn about what love is, and I'm happy to have reinforced those words into Bug's mind.
Indepence Day (a metaphor about domestic abuse) has always been a little mantra type thing for me to hum, when I need to be reminded not to continue in a victim mindset.
Let Freedom ring, let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning
Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay, it's Independence Day
Wrong Again coaxed me out of my pjs and out of my apartment after a couple hard breakups.
And it seemed to me the pain would last
My chance for happiness had passed
And nothing waited 'round the bend
I was sure I'd never find someone
To heal the damage you had done
And my poor heart would never mend
Wrong again
Love's The Only House perfectly captures, and probably helped to shape, my basic social views.
I was standing in the grocery store line
The one they marked express
When this woman came through with about 25 things
And I said don't you know that more is less
She said this world is moving so fast
But I just get more behind with every day
And every morning when I make my coffee
I can't believe my life's turned out this way
All I could say was
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain
He was walking by the other day and I said
Hey baby how you been?
Yeah I got me a little girl now and she's 4 years old
And she's got her daddy's little grin
And you only want what you can't have
And baby you can't have me nowI gave me heart to another
Yeah I'm a mother and he's a father and we're a family
And we've got each other
And I found out the hard way that
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain
You drive three miles from all this prosperity
Down across the river and you see a ghetto there
And we got children walking around with guns
And they got knives with drugs and pain to spare
And here I am in my clean, white shirt
With a little money in my pocket and a nice warm home
And we got teenagers walkin' around in a culture of darkness
Livin' together alone, and all I can say is
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain
And I can't explain it and I can't understand
But I'll come down and get my hands dirty and together we'll make a stand
Somewhere cross the parking lot some bands playin out of tune
City streets are gonna burn if we don't do something soon
And senorita can't quit cryin, baby's due now any day
Don Juan left, got sick of tryin
No one there to show him the way she came down to the grocery store and
She said I, I wanna buy a little carton of milk but I don't have any money
I said hey I'll cover you honey cause the pain's gotta go somewhere
Yeah the pain's gotta go someplace
So come on down to my house
Don't you know that
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain
The ghost of the little girl I once was found a voice in your haunting song Concrete Angel and went far to lay that pain to rest.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
Where she's loved
And most of all, thank you for Blessed. It's just MY song.
I have been blessed
And I feel like I've found my way
I thank God for all I've been given
At the end of every day
I have been blessed
With so much more than I deserve
To be here with the ones that love me
To love them so much it hurts
I have been blessed
I'm not one for celebrity worship, but the way you live your life inspires me. You've used your voice to bring comfort and wisdom and love and empowerment to millions of women, myself included.
Thank you for your voice. I was listening all along.
The "sweetest thing that you'll ever see in the whole wide world, a happy girl,"
-Valancy Jane
It has song lyrics in it.
Yeah.
That sappy.
Dear Martina McBride,
Thank you.
Thank you for the memory of sitting on the swings as a young kid, with Bug, both of us singing your songs, specifically one of our favorites, My Baby Loves Me.
He loves me tender and he loves me mad
He loves me silly and he loves me sad
He thinks I'm pretty, he thinks I'm smart
He likes my nerve and he loves my heart
He's always sayin' he's my biggest fan
My baby loves me just the way that I am
My baby loves me just the way that I am
I can't think of a better message for young girls to learn about what love is, and I'm happy to have reinforced those words into Bug's mind.
Indepence Day (a metaphor about domestic abuse) has always been a little mantra type thing for me to hum, when I need to be reminded not to continue in a victim mindset.
Let Freedom ring, let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning
Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay, it's Independence Day
Wrong Again coaxed me out of my pjs and out of my apartment after a couple hard breakups.
And it seemed to me the pain would last
My chance for happiness had passed
And nothing waited 'round the bend
I was sure I'd never find someone
To heal the damage you had done
And my poor heart would never mend
Wrong again
Love's The Only House perfectly captures, and probably helped to shape, my basic social views.
I was standing in the grocery store line
The one they marked express
When this woman came through with about 25 things
And I said don't you know that more is less
She said this world is moving so fast
But I just get more behind with every day
And every morning when I make my coffee
I can't believe my life's turned out this way
All I could say was
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain
He was walking by the other day and I said
Hey baby how you been?
Yeah I got me a little girl now and she's 4 years old
And she's got her daddy's little grin
And you only want what you can't have
And baby you can't have me nowI gave me heart to another
Yeah I'm a mother and he's a father and we're a family
And we've got each other
And I found out the hard way that
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain
You drive three miles from all this prosperity
Down across the river and you see a ghetto there
And we got children walking around with guns
And they got knives with drugs and pain to spare
And here I am in my clean, white shirt
With a little money in my pocket and a nice warm home
And we got teenagers walkin' around in a culture of darkness
Livin' together alone, and all I can say is
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain
And I can't explain it and I can't understand
But I'll come down and get my hands dirty and together we'll make a stand
Somewhere cross the parking lot some bands playin out of tune
City streets are gonna burn if we don't do something soon
And senorita can't quit cryin, baby's due now any day
Don Juan left, got sick of tryin
No one there to show him the way she came down to the grocery store and
She said I, I wanna buy a little carton of milk but I don't have any money
I said hey I'll cover you honey cause the pain's gotta go somewhere
Yeah the pain's gotta go someplace
So come on down to my house
Don't you know that
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain
The ghost of the little girl I once was found a voice in your haunting song Concrete Angel and went far to lay that pain to rest.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
Where she's loved
And most of all, thank you for Blessed. It's just MY song.
I have been blessed
And I feel like I've found my way
I thank God for all I've been given
At the end of every day
I have been blessed
With so much more than I deserve
To be here with the ones that love me
To love them so much it hurts
I have been blessed
I'm not one for celebrity worship, but the way you live your life inspires me. You've used your voice to bring comfort and wisdom and love and empowerment to millions of women, myself included.
Thank you for your voice. I was listening all along.
The "sweetest thing that you'll ever see in the whole wide world, a happy girl,"
-Valancy Jane
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