*Suffering* by Satchel

Listen to an angel sing
Listen to the joy it brings
Out underneath the clouds
I would just shout out loud

Why do I suffer so
Why do I want to go
And don't show me better skies
Until you learn the meaning of trust

Until you learn the meaning of life
Until you learn to live of night and day
You are never going to be alright
So come on and take the stand
And kick him 'til you think he understands
Until you learn to live of night and day
You are never going to be okay
Until you learn the meaning of life
You are never going to be allright
And so take the hand.......

What do you know about me
How can you possibly see
Without walking in my shoes
You'll never taste enough of my blues
So put on your old fur coat
It's 1973
You'll never know enough of us yes
Until you learn the meaning of trust

Until you learn the meaning of life
Until you learn to live of night and day
You are never going to be alright
Yes so come on and take the stand
And kick him 'til you think he understands
Until you learn to live of night and day
Yes you're never going to be okay
Until you know the meaning of life
Yes you're never going to be allright
That's no one take a hand
My love
Don't you understand
Yes... yeah

Until you learn the meaning of trust
Until you learn the meaning of life
Yes until you learn to live of night and day
Yes you are never going to be okay
Yes and come on and take the hand
Yes and kick him 'til you think he'll understand
Yes and take another meaning of life
Yes you're never going to be alright
Yes until you learn to live of the night and day
Yes you're never going to by okay
Yes until you learn the meaning of life... life... life
Yes and listen to the blues
My prayer isn't gonna end...
Yeah yeah

*I don‘t want to be* by Gavin DeGraw

I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son
I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son
I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one
Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking ‘round rooms wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one to notice?
I can't be the only one who's learned

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think about me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking ‘round rooms wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

Can I have everyone's attention please
See, not like this and that
You're gonna have to leave
I came from the mountain, the crust of creation
My whole situation made from clay, dust, stone
And now I'm telling everybody

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking ‘round rooms wondering what I'm trying to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

One Tree Hill

Como já escreveu Tennessee Williams: "when so many are lonely, as seem to be lonely, it is inexcusably selfish to ne lonely alone".

Não é fácil escrever sobre a solidão. Não quando todo mundo parece estar tão longe e cada vez mais distante, quando o coração está vazio, quando parece não haver mais ninguém no mundo a quem se possa recorrer. Não é certo que na solidão as respostas irão aparecer, que sozinho ela simplesmente se esvairá, que haja solidão por si só. Assim, quando estiver solitário procure não estar sozinho.

Todos podem estar longe e cada vez mais distantes, pode não haver ninguém a quem recorrer, mas devemos nos lembrar que as pessoas se vão e com elas se deve ir o passado. Entretanto, novas pessoas deverão chegar e assim o início de todo o sempre. Apenas é... solitário estar solitário sozinho... largo o passado para abrir as portas para o meu futuro e abraço-o mesmo com as dúvidas e inseguranças sobre o que está por vir.

*Invictus* by William Henley

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be,

For my unconquerable soul,

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced or cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments is the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.