thanks and giving can be a battlefield

Let us rise up and be thankful; for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful. Buddha

this time of year finds me recalling the meal shared by the natives of america and the immigrants.  i am not clear whether we are living up to the original intention of that fabled ritual. could our national dysfunction have been part of the plan?  did we begin this holiday ritual with a second agenda or is it simply our nature to be at odds with ourselves? immigrant and native, brother and brother, our family of (wo) man.

We are young Heartache to heartache we stand No promises, no demands Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong Searchin’ our hearts for so long Both of us knowing Love is a battlefield

We’re losing control Will you turn me away or touch me deep inside And when all this gets old, will it still feel the same There’s no way this will die But if we get much closer, I could lose control And if your heart surrenders, you’ll need me to hold

We are young Heartache to heartache we stand No promises, no demands Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong Searchin’ our hearts for so long Both of us knowing Love is a battlefield

Songwriters: CHAPMAN, MICHAEL DONALD / KNIGHT, HOLLY

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