Permission to Shine

Book in Hand: Legends (lent by Norman)
Song in Mind: Tell the World of His Love (heard it in Mass earlier)
Word in Mouth: twicenight (heard it from somewhere and I hope it means two nights)

Basta, 'yaw ko na ng drama. I've got lot's of WOOT to read and I'm basically content. Though, kanina, kinanta sa Church yung Tell the World of His Love and I bawled my head off again. Reminded me kasi of some past promises I made to myself. Galing talaga, songs really do have the power to move us back in time.
Funny thing, I was browsing through some of my friend's blog and I saw Peloy's latest entry. Just song lyrics from a Bachelor Girl's song entitled "Permission to Shine." That shut me up real good from my earlier ranting. Here's some of the lines there: (I have no idea how it actually sounds like but the lyrics hits the spot right on.)

Intro: Permission to Shine
by Bachelor Girl

Hey, what would you say
If I can't play the hero tonight
Cos lately I've been feelin' likeI can't get anything right

I've been fading into the woodwork again
And I'm feelin' like I just wanna hide
But guess what
I'm gonna try something just a little bit different this time

I'm gonna give myself permission to shine
I'm gonna shine so bright
Gonna make every head wanna turn
You're finally gonna see me
Give myself permission to shine
Gonna light up the night
Shine a little of my light on the world

I've been crazy
I've been holdin' myself back for so long
But I've got so much I can give
Don't wanna be afraid to be wrong
You know I'm not too good at too many things
But I've been gettin' real good at gettin' down on myself
But guess what
I'm gonna try to break free from this prison I"ve built

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