Save the Last Dance for Me
You can dance every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye and let him hold you tight
You can smile every smile for the man
Who held your hand 'neath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me
Oh, I know that the music's fine like sparkling wine
Go and have your fun,
Laugh and sing, but while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone
And don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me
There's a point in time...When faith dwindles and everything's so blue
When all ranting's stopped not because the agony ceases but just cos it doesn't help at all
When words that soothes turn around to dishevel the thoughts, churn and add to the confusion
When well-meaning encouragements that used to spur, cause much anxiety now cos they don't work no more
When family & friends as hard as they try, are alienated cos they won't understand anyway, or so I think
And so yes,
I can sulk, be frustrated and pull a long face
I can be anti-social, difficult or reclusive
I can block out everyone's well-meaning advice and numb myself with bitterness
I can drown and crush myself with sympathy and self-pity
I can resist and bar any happy thoughts from intruding on my miserly state so I can continue being depressed
I can loop the same melancholic song the entire day to keep myself constantly morose I can indulge in my 'fun'- the insouciance, the jadedness, rebellion, or angst...But... truth is,
I
musn't forget who is the one who still takes me back home, no matter how many times I've strayed
And whose arms it is I will always be held
Even when everything falls apart
I cannot outrun it or deny it or escape from it. And so go through the fire and plough on I must. To be moulded. To be polished.
I pray I have the tenacity and strength
This song... it doesn't sound as sad/achingly beautiful as many of the ballads i favour- but I like:P...And i think it teaches a great lesson about love.
The big-heartedness of the love
To be willing to let someone dear have the freedom to do what he/she enjoys/wishes to do, trusting and respecting him/her enough though you may not share his/her belief and desires
To allow him/her to have fun, to be hurt, to make mistakes and finally, accepting him /her back joys, tears, smiles,bruises and all.
The sensibility and responsibility of love
Yes, you can party, be awed by and oogle at the the hunkiest/ prettiest.
You can be impressed and be won over by the slickest/styliest, be melted by the sweetest
The choices are dazzling, plentiful and may seems so attractive.
But know where your loyalties lie, don't forget to return to what you've committed-the right path to take/ the right thing to do/the right one for you and honour it/ him/her. It's the best, really.
And this...let it be my belated V day post:) Darlin, save the last dance for me
