Live your love, Love your life

Few days ago Jolanda shared her sad story about her family situation where her dad in one side and her mother with her sister in the other side hates each other, so bad that until this time they still cannot forgive one another. As a result, Jo and her brother Markus have no choice but hurt between the tag war.
Jo remembers this beautiful song by Mike and the Mechanic which she cited in the letters she sent to me and Esther. Jo, I remember how that letter brought my tears since I just had 'uncomfortable' situation with my dad at that time and I thought he hate me. But, later I learned that he just wanted to protect me from harm that I couldn't see before. Just like the lyric in this song...I wish I could tell my dad I'm sorry...eye to eye...
So, to anyone who happen to see this blog, here I copy the lyric and you can also listen to the song.
Hope everyone would be touched by this song and be more forgiving. And someday, we will live in the world full with peace and harmony. Amen!
Peace Out!

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Living Years

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations

I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So Don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye