The New Year

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The New Year
from Birds of Relocation
by Eric Peters

This is the year that something changes but nothing ever does
This is the year that all my failures turn into a pile of dust
This is the year, with fallen faces, we learn we’re not enough
This is the year to hold each other up

Oh, oh, oh it’s a new year
Oh, oh, oh it’s a brand new light
Oh, oh, oh can you believe it?
It’s the skies that we dream of.

This is the year when laughter douses charred and burnt-out dreams
This is the year when wrens return to nest in storm-blown trees
Is this the year of relocation from boughs of old despair?
This is the year to perch on hope’s repair

Oh, oh, oh it’s a new year.
Oh, oh, oh it’s a brand new light.
Oh, oh, oh can you believe it?
It’s the skies that we dream of.

I was pale and weary sad, tired of ghost debates
A slave to voices old and vile, bitter bones in the grave
But this is the year, it’s the year that something changes
This is the year, the year that something changes

Oh, oh, oh it’s a new year.
Oh, oh, oh it’s a brand new light.
Oh, oh, oh can you believe it?
It’s the skies that we dream of.
Oh, oh, oh it’s a new year.
Oh, oh, oh it’s a brand new light.
Oh, oh, oh can you believe it?
It’s the skies that we dream of.

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh (it’s a new year)


2 Comments

  1. Cory Martin

    Yes. Thank you, Eric. This pair of songs has been dangling a carrot for a couple of months now. 2014 is a new year – saying goodbye to the old. There’s so much to be thankful for, and so much to be forgotten. And this is the year we hold each other up!

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