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Tuesday, February 18, 2003

The Day Five Iron Died (Future tense)

I may be the only one who did not know, but I can't believe it's finally happening. All things come to end and this proves it. "By the end of 2003, Five Iron Frenzy will cease to exist as a working band." I think this is one of saddest things I've heard this year. I don't know what else to say, so i'll let FIF say it.

Every New Day

When I was young, the smallest trick of light,
Could catch my eye,
Then life was new and every new day,
I thought that I could fly.
I believed in what I hoped for,
And I hoped for things unseen,
I had wings and dreams could soar,
I just don't feel like flying anymore.
When the stars threw down their spears,
Watered Heaven with their tears,
Before words were spoken,
Before eternity.
Dear Father, I need you,
Your strength my heart to mend.
I want to fly higher,
Every new day again.
When I was small, the furthest I could reach,
reach, was not so high, then, I thought
the world was so much smaller, feeling I,
could fly. Through distant deeps and
skies, behind infinity, below the face of
Heaven, he stoops to create me.
Man versus himself. Man versus
machine. Man versus the world.
mankind versus me. The struggles go
on, the wisdom I lack, the burdens
keep piling up on my back. So hard to
breathe, to take the next step. The
mountains is high, I wait in the depths.
Yearning for grace, and hoping for
peace. Dear God... increase. Healing
hands of God have mercy on our
unclean souls once again. Jesus Christ,
light of the world burning bright
within our hearts forever. Freedom
means love without condition, a
beginning or an end. Here’s my heart,
let it be forever Your’s, only you can
make every new day seem so new.

see you next time five iron...

posted by taranhill at 2:18 AM


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