American literary scholar (1947-2012)
John Miles Foley (January 22, 1947 – May 3, 2012) was a scholar of comparative oral tradition, particularly medieval and Old English literature, Homer and Serbian epic.
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When you lose someone so young,
how do you start again?
You can't run and hide from the world outside
and you lock yourself in, wonder where to begin:
it multiplies the pain.
When you lose someone so young,
how do you start again?
As time goes by and tears run dry
and hope appears in place of fears
it takes away the pain.
I never saw what was coming down.
(What goes around, comes around.)
My heart just shattered in pieces on the ground.
(What goes around, comes around.)
Twist an old cliché
till the words ring true.
What you do to someone,
it can happen to you.
Cause we're all links
in this human chain,
just the cause and effect
of so much passion and pain.
The right to sing, the right to play.
The right to do the things I feel in my own way.
And if you took it all and asked me to pretend,
you'd be breaking a heart that won't mend.
The right to win, the right to lose.
The right to fall in love with anyone I choose.
And when it's my mistake and everything goes wrong
I would write what I feel in a song.
Buildings tower round me like they're waiting for the kill.
For days I haven't eaten and I really do feel ill.
If I cry for help, would you hear my call?
If I stumble now, would you let me fall?
Won't you give me a hand,
try to understand
that I'm a stranger in the city?
Stuck inside these streets it's like a human traffic jam.
People walk right over me, now they don't give a damn.
If I ask for death, would you give me a gun?
If I took your hand, would you turn and run?
Won't you pity me, just try to see
that I'm a stranger in the city?
You're on your own, back on the street,
out in the cold you feel the heat.
One way ticket to nowhere at your feet.
Take what you need, a word to the wise:
only the weak need alibis.
Stakes are too high, zero again,
no second chances at the end.
Run, tell me where you're gonna run to?
Run, oh, oh, oh where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run?
Not for me all the things you must do
I am glad now that I can see through.
They say that I'm crazy, I'm out of my mind,
searching for something I'll never find.
Don't call me a loser,
call me a rebel.
No one said I must run in this race.
Always right, putting me in my place.
I know it's not easy: believe in yourself,
you won't find the answer in somebody else.
Don't call me a loser,
Call me a rebel.
Call me a rebel.
Days may come and days may go.
Funny how the children grow so fast.
Nothing can last.
Always try, and try we will.
Nothing ever standing still for long.
Is it all wrong?
Time: tell me where you've flown.
Wind, where have you blown?
Taking us along,
and changing as you go
everything we know,
like the rivers flow.
What have we to show?
Ready to spread your wings and fly away.