As with all great art, a timely song can haunt one's soul. Such is, I'm afraid, the case with this mysterious work. I don't know Imogen Heap from Uriah Heap, but I know timeless poetry, and this piece comes searing through my heart as the father of an anorexic daughter. For reasons that are, I'm sure, her own, she placed this song on a CD in my car, and over the last several months, I have listened for her voice in it. Without fanfare or announcement, it simply "showed up" at a time when she was considering alternatives to this mortal coil. And, while I cannot speak with the eloquence expressed by so many here regarding the song's "deeper meaning" and personal affect upon them, I can tell you that this song gave voice to my daughter's pain. Through it, I hear her now forgiving me for not recognizing her pain sooner.
While none of us, indeed, are angels, she has ministered to my soul as only an angel may, and I would give anything for the opportunity to run with her through speeding cars.
As with all great art, a timely song can haunt one's soul. Such is, I'm afraid, the case with this mysterious work. I don't know Imogen Heap from Uriah Heap, but I know timeless poetry, and this piece comes searing through my heart as the father of an anorexic daughter. For reasons that are, I'm sure, her own, she placed this song on a CD in my car, and over the last several months, I have listened for her voice in it. Without fanfare or announcement, it simply "showed up" at a time when she was considering alternatives to this mortal coil. And, while I cannot speak with the eloquence expressed by so many here regarding the song's "deeper meaning" and personal affect upon them, I can tell you that this song gave voice to my daughter's pain. Through it, I hear her now forgiving me for not recognizing her pain sooner.
While none of us, indeed, are angels, she has ministered to my soul as only an angel may, and I would give anything for the opportunity to run with her through speeding cars.