How fickle my heart
and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find
any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles
on things I don't know
This weakness I feel
I must finally show
Lend me your hand
and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart
and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes
I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep,
totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har
In these bodies we will live,
in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love,
you invest your life
In these bodies we will live,
in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love,
you invest your life
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker
had some much fun editing these pics below, drinking endless amounts of tea, and some wine (not together!), eating chocolate biscuits and listening to the soothing sounds of Mumford & Sons. Really am in my happy place and seriously wishing, hoping that I was good enough to do this full time.
has been awhile, but my soul definitely feels more awakened now after being in my happy creative space for a while. here are the results. a friend yolande asked me to take some pictures of her a while ago and as i have been away from cape town, it took me a long time to get round to it. but the other day she met me on the beach and in a vineyard, told me the kind of thing she was looking for, and this is what came of it. hope you enjoy.... :)
