Yes…who am I to speak to you this night,
to open up my mouth and talk of my hearts plight.
To share with you my secrets…and my fears
to speak to you about the things that I hold so dear.
To set my passions singing before everyone here to see
risk the piercing daggers of ridicule, nailed to the tree.
But, I have no choice but to be here and to set my heart alight
For, you see, I'm the harpist of my soul, and it seems
…I must play for you tonight.
I've come here seeking for just one heart, one heart and one heart only
one that can hear my song, one heart… only.
I speak to you of the ways of man and his passing days
of how some roads we've traveled might be wrong turns in the maze.
I ask the question of all you now, assembled here this day
That maybe all the pain we feel doesn't have to be this way.
That suffering doesn't make us strong, nor reasons make it right
That all that really happens is we get numb, snuff the light.
I remember when I was a child, swearing to myself
they couldn't make me lose my joy, come what may or else,
That I would hold on to my light and live my life unclenched,
I would not join the ranks of them whose fires had all been quenched.
And the world I knew it seemed to me aligned itself in haste
And from its' arsenal of deadly ploys, brought out the fire of hate.
But, I've come here seeking just one heart, one heart and one heart only
someone that can hear my song, on heart…only.
Why is it a crime to have a tender heart, why must the cackling crows gather
why is it when one of us speaks of peace, a gun must end the matter.
Listen, I know that I sound preachy, in saying what I say,
but, I really feel quite strongly that it needn't be this way,
and that we all knew the secrets of our souls when we were all much younger
and that we were horribly tricked into gaining strength and losing wonder.
I'm just one heart, I know, but I have to speak my mind
I have to let the others know that there's another of their kind
I know I take the risk, again, of being burned by fiery hate
But, alas. I'm the harpist of my soul, and I won't change my fate.
Seeking that one heart, on heart and one heart only
someone that can hear my song,
just one heart…only.
Diarmid
copyrighted '97
copyrighted '97
