Hero by Chad Kroeger


I am so high, I can hear heaven.
I am so high, I can hear heaven.
Oh but heaven, no heaven don't hear me.

And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

Someone told me that love would all save us.
But how can that be?
Look what love gave us.
A world full of killing, and blood-spilling, that
world never came.

And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

Now that the world isn't ending, it's love that I'm sending to you.
It isn't the love of a hero, that's why I fear it won't do.

And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

And they're watching us (Watching us)
They're watching us (watching us) as we all fly away.
And they're watching us (Watching us)
They're watching us (watching us) as we all fly away.
And they're watching us (Watching us)
They're watching us (watching us) as we all fly away.


posted by baron at 5:29 AM

Excellent. Arsenal have conquered the Barclaycard Premiership and grabbed Robin van Persie from Feyanoord. That concludes another season of the Arsenal ascendency.

And I failed my math test. This must not be.

One day I wil do away with those failures that keep me back from experiencing true life- for all of the Almighty's promises I have not the looks nor the charisma nor the physique required for true success.
Eternal life is mine thanks to Christ-yes, but I have to take it upon myself to help me where God allows me to struggle- and hence I will struggle.

I will press myself for those muscles. For those social skills. As I have mentioned already I will not brook a life where I am a pathetic failure dammed by this body and mind that He has so callously granted me. What sins my parents did or what transgressions I committed as a foetus that I would deserve such crap I know not- I care not. I will do all in my strength and with His blessing to mould a truly successful life.

One day these times of failure, of losership, of timidity and of sadness will be but a distant memory. One day.

posted by baron at 5:18 AM

The Slam was a total success.

Well prayer works all right- when it suits Him.

And it did tonight.

And as if the miracle weren't enough, Liverpool beat Man Utd at Old Trafford.
My my......

posted by baron at 9:48 AM

Thus the Gunners go into battle against David Pleat's Spurs on the morrow.

Yet I can't help but sit back and wonder at my life again.
It is the eve of the poetry slam, and I feel... nothing.
Nothing about the poetry slam, about the soccer, about You Know Who, about the fun fair, the studies, the friends- its all just breezing past as the zephyr that precedes the typhoon-gale.

Listening to Seal's Kiss From A Rose again. That song is turning me into a sentimental retard slowly.
But hell, I'd take it anytime over mom's bloody nagging. Huh well. Not that I dont appreciate my mom but she can really get my nerves frayed and twisted and ripped within the space of 5 seconds and 5 million decibels.

Hmmm what else can I say?
It isnt that bad a life, as compared to say the kids in Somali or Rio de Janerio; no, I have to admit and give thanks for that. But my struggles are of a different sort althogether, a sort of pastiche of emotional-spiritual-metaphysical trauma that burns and consumes. They call me oversensitive and I have to agree, yet I will brook no denial that I am a failure. As a person, as a Christian, a son and a brother.

And I will not stand for this. If I cannot change my facial features, I will work to get that six-pack and biceps to compensate physically. If I should lack in emotional control then instead I will hone my passions and sensitivity to give me the edge over those lackadaisical competitors. While my mathematical skills are dipshit, I will master the humanities to the level of perfection. And even if my social circles are miniscule, I shall build up those friendships that I have to the ironclad, deep and everlasting, stedfast and unshakable.

And as for my faith in the Almighty- that will be reconsidered and rethought. I will not forfeit eternal life nor forsake my Creator's commands- but the role of the Spirit in my life must be relooked and expanded. I have relied on human instinct too long. Yet for that issue of YKW- or any other YKW for that matter- then I cannot bring myself to trust anybody- for I cannot allow my hopes to be betrayed to such a colossal extent again.

Well I have rambled long enough and its the spasm time.

What do you call two chinese run over by a car?
Double yellow line.

posted by baron at 7:36 AM

Oh my wasnt that vulgar of me.
But one has to say what one has to say.
Especially if whores with poodles are involved.

Yes but well this is my path I have to trod- one of abuse and misuse and utter misunderstanding.
And I loathe it.

To become like You in Your death, Oh Lord, I sing.
But suffering and immediate death is better then pure unending suffering, is it not?

posted by baron at 6:03 AM

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh,
The more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.

You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
Baby, to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh, the more I get of you
stranger it feels, yeah.

Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave,

I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose
...And if I should fall, at all
I've been kissed by a rose

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.

You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.

To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave,
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah

Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.

Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh, the more I get of you
stranger it feels, yeah.

Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave,

Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave




A light hits the gloom on the grave

posted by baron at 6:26 AM

My new phone is quite funky; colour screen and polyphonic tone schit. Great stuff.
But i gotta use my old SIM card to get those ringtones and screensavers cos the GPRS on the new one is screwed.

Oh well if thats the case then its cool anyway as long as I get the stuff that i want off WAP

posted by baron at 5:49 AM

This is the renewal.
No introduction is needed; you who read my previous pages would realise the reasons for its closure.

Yet this is my renewal.
I do not intend to make this a whining board, nor a bimbotic screen of pink and itty-bitty symbols.
This is MY blog and will reflect MY will.
And my new lease of life granted by my Confirmation on Easter Sunday

I shall brook no interference in what I write. No more. I will refer to my nemesis later, but for now I shall get back to using this blog for what I will it to be.

So! It is the 19th of April and the poetry slam is around the corner. All goes well at football; my school's soccer team emerging undefeated and at the top of its group table. Arsenal, flushed with success at Leeds, is poised to swoop in on the Barclaycard Premiership Title. But it remains to be seen if the Gunners can remain undefeated for the rest of the season.

But yes the old problems remain. That issue of old has dogged me continually this month and I would hope to see it gone for good, but alas it will not leave. Memories entangle and enmesh; I can only hope for some way to slash myself free.






posted by baron at 5:27 AM