My whole life I have always loved music. It has always spoken to me- or simply just been there for me to get me to stop thinking. Which for me, works out well. :) I listen to ever genre, every band, every era- if you show me a band or artist, I will love it, I'm sure.
I've been into some Ed Sheeran tunes lately. I was recommending him to a friend and later that night he asked me if I have ever read the lyrics to the song and what I thought the song meant. I didn't think about it with this one, it was just a song to listen to for me with a nice acoustic sound to it..
Then, I read the lyrics. I didn't respond to my dear friend because I really wasn't sure what I thought of the lyrics! Half of me was heart-broken because it makes me sad if anyone is feeling this way then half of me was thinking "it's just a song." The majority of artists have inspirations behind their song though, right? It's what makes it easier for us to relate to the song.
I, nonetheless, realized that this song was describing what I hope the world would never come to or at least, the world would love these people.
"White lips, pale face.
Breathing in snowflakes, burnt lungs, sour taste.
Light's gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent-
long nights, strange men.
& they say she's in the class A team, stuck in her daydream-
been this way since 18.
But lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries."
Yet, instead of trying to help and love these girls-or even guys- we are writing songs about them. That is what hurt me, I think. That these are the people that need love. I know that when I was in sin, when I was hurting..
"Hurt people, hurt people."
I needed love. I needed to be told that I didn't need to be living these ways. Now whether it be lust, love, money, having idols- anything, you turn to those things because you feel like you're missing something, right? Well, it's Jesus.
"& instantly, we are spotless-
when we were spiritual whores,
'cause when He walked out of the grave:
He left our sin on the floor"
Now, I'm not saying it is ever easy- even when you do let Him change your life, it. is. difficult. I still struggle with so much, daily, but reminding yourself that Jesus died for me. Not a future me, He died for me today. He died for who I am at this very moment.
I say we stop writing songs about these hurt people-hurt people being anyone, maybe even myself- and actually loving them.
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