Vision of Victory / Sparkling Waters / Change My Song

A long time ago I was on the incline

And everything above the clouds was mine
With the summit in sight a few steps to go
I heard the cries that came from below

I think I'm gonna make it I’m gonna make it up to you
I've made it to the mountain this time I'll see it through

I stayed in the valley — put off the climb

Mountain remained in back of my mind
The valley grew quiet as time slipped away
Kept telling myself I'll make it some day

I think I'm gonna make it…

My dreams are filled with rocks and snow — the triumphant air is thin
You go as high as you can go — and then your climb begins

Now I'm gonna make it I've crossed the abyss
But what is this mountain does it really exist
The impossible pile of rocks that I face
Is just an old friend I forgot to embrace

Now I now I'm gonna make it

© 1995 Stefan des Lauriers

RETURNING TO THE SCENE OF THE CLIMB

One morning I stepped out the back door and saw the light that had not yet graced the earth glowing in the wings of geese. I thought, "The least I can do is rise with the geese."

This is about returning to the scene of the climb. "When I could climb the mountain I didn't—now that I can't I'm gonna." "I heard the cries that came from below." Were the cries from within me, or from people who were just down in the valley?

In the clear cold air of reality the mountain seems closer than it actually is. Close to the foothills you realize what the summit stands for. You see the mountain for the transparent thing it is — And everything it isn't.

I once heard the saying: 'A friend is like a mountain seen best from far away.' Then I happened on a poster of a peak with the caption: ''It's not the mountain that's stopping you; It's the pebble in your shoe.' So I shook out the pebble and headed for the blue.

After you've reached the peak you have to challenge your personal best. "I don't think I'll ever rest until I've reached my Everest." I'm not putting a human face on an impossible dream; I'm putting a Godly face on a possible dream.

September 3, 2007 © Stefan des Lauriers

CHANGE MY SONG

O the words to this song have been up in the air

Like clouds leaving shadows behind 

But now the sun has light to spare

It’s been raining in my mind

You say I should’t change my song

A song that’s fixed will never do 

But I was waiting all along

For the sun to come shining through

‘‘Cause a wanted the song to be true

O who could ever pin a shadow down

Or make a cloud stand still 

A river could change it’s course in time

To find a faster way down the hill

From the mountains to the ocean

The sky is clear and blue

Storm clouds will be set in motion

Now the song is ringing true 

SPARKLING WATERS

There’s a lady who paints unicorns with rainbows coming out of their ass

She asserts a rainbow is born whenever she passes — gas

There's a river running through the rainbow of your eyes

Colors will be shining true in the sparkling waters     

Of the rain and sun in the skies in the skies

A Unicorn dips his horn tin the stream to rid it of the toxic waste

When a mythical beast has a wet dream a milky way appears in space

There's a river running through the rainbow of your eyes

Colors will be shining true in the sparkling waters     

Of the rain and sun in the skies in the skies

                                                

I’ve seen the Colorado’s Big Bend and know man will get back to the source

Weeds may flourish at the world’s end In unicorn droppings of course 

There's a river running through the rainbow of your eyes

Colors will be shining true in the sparkling waters     

Of the rain and sun in the skies in the skies

 in a mystical mascara malfunction