The Wounds of Dementia

I imagine this is what my Mother, and others like her, feel like these days. I’ve never heard this song this way before, not sure I’ll ever hear it the original way again.

“I must be looking for something / Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide / And it’s too hard to cross

And even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore
And try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out what I’ve been looking for

In the middle of the night / I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear / To a river so deep

And I’ve been searching for something / Taken out of my soul
Something I’d never lose / Something somebody stole

I don’t know why I go walking at night
But now I’m tired and I don’t want to walk anymore”

Billy Joel – The River of Dreams

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSq4B_zHqPM

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

*

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>