This is Your Brain on Grief… Any Questions?

Many of us remember an anti-drug commercial from the 1980’s where an egg is dropped into a hot frying pan. The simple message was that drugs fry your brain.

Well I’m here to tell you, so does grief.

For several months after my son passed, I was in a fog. I felt like my body and mind were separate from each other. It was extraordinarily difficult to focus on anything and every day I secretly thanked the universe for a job where I could frequently space out and nobody was the wiser.

Even after the initial, extreme shock of my son’s death subsided, I still felt different. I was able to function a bit better, with one notable exception; I had become a scatterbrain! My memory failed me much more than before. I missed appointments, forgot where I was driving to mid-route, and frequently lost things – my wallet, my keys, even my car at the supermarket (where did I park?). My concentration was poor. I began to identify with all those ADD kids I used to teach. It was such a struggle to begin or stick with the simplest of tasks.

I remarked to my friends that I couldn’t believe how bubble-headed I had become! I was easily overwhelmed by everyday tasks and so forgetful it seriously interfered with my daily functioning. My friends (who had also recently lost their son) related that they felt the same way and believed  it was part of their grief response.

So I decided to do some research to see if “Grief Brain” was a real or perceived thing. I mean, there’s such a thing as “Baby Brain,” where pregnant women experience memory loss and problems with concentration. This is supported by a recent study that appeared in the Medical Journal of Australia. Link to the article here.

Before I get into my findings, I’ll give you an idea of how the brain works. At any given time, our brain has only so many resources available. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that doing many things at the same time takes more brain power than doing just one thing at a time. Our brain has a finite amount of resources and each task takes up some of those resources. When the task is finished the resources become available again.

So let’s use an analogy. Let’s say that your brain is a gumball machine with 100 gumballs. Each thought process or task uses some gumballs. You may be engaged in a single, simple task, using only a few gumballs, or you may be multitasking, using many more. Either way, each thought process leaves fewer gumballs for other tasks, even mundane ones like food shopping, driving or watching TV.

What I found out is that grief takes up an enormous amount of your brain’s resources. Gumballs galore! This leaves your brain with many fewer “gumballs” to handle everyday tasks.  These tasks can easily become overwhelming because your brain’s major project is processing your loss.  I would venture to guess that the deeper the loss, the harder it is for the brain to process and therefore more resources are used.

This extended conclusion is purely conjecture on my part, since I could find no studies on this subject. I would also guess that the more complicated your life is (i.e. stressful job, kids, etc.) the more brain resources it takes just to get through your day.

So my scatterbrained behavior was the result of my brain working hard to process my grief. Some articles I read tried to measure the period of time it takes for the brain to adjust and need significantly fewer resources to process grief. 2-5 years is the number I saw, but I take this with the largest grain of salt, we’re talking big crystals of Himalayan pink salt here!

Why? For one thing, everyone’s grief process is unique and it is usually not a linear progression (meaning a steady progression toward recovery as opposed to the erratic nature of most recoveries, where there periods of progress, then some backsliding) .

Another reason is that grief is a hard thing to measure. Psychologists try to create scales that measure a person’s grief level, but really, how can one accurately measure something like grief? It’s like trying to grab a puff of smoke. In my opinion,  grief cannot be quantified in a meaningful way.

So, the take-home message here is that grief can mess with your brain big time! The good news is that once your brain adjusts to the loss, it can use fewer resources to process it. Theoretically, that leaves more resources for other tasks which translates into better cognitive functioning, eventually.

I lost my son about two years ago, and although my brain has recovered a lot, I still have days where I’m really off. I’m often overwhelmed by things I used to handle with ease before my loss. I try to remain patient and let my body do its work to recover.

So, be patient with yourself and remember that grief affects your entire being, including your brain.

 

Every Time a Cell Phone Rings an Angel Gets His Wings

I have taken some liberties with that famous phrase from “It’s a Wonderful Life” (“Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings”). But in fact, something quite close to this happened recently. But let me start from the beginning…

My day began with the “Out of the Darkness Walk” at Jones Beach. This walk is run by the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention to help those touched by suicide and raise awareness for those at risk. I discussed this organization in a previous post which can be found here.

As I entered the parking lot, I saw monarch butterflies flying around my car. More fluttered around me as I walked to the staging area. Butterflies remind me of Nico.

I began to walk along the boardwalk and noticed people wearing rainbow shirts (rainbows being Nico’s sign that he is around me). The butterflies continued to fly around, but nobody else seemed to notice until we passed a patch of flowers where at least 100 butterflies where collecting on the vibrant, yellow blossoms. There were up to 10 on each plant and it was then that people began to notice them. (I took a picture.)

I wondered if those butterflies might have been the spirits of  loved ones lost to suicide. It was almost as if they were participating in the walk with us, flying alongside their beloved family and friends.

At this point, I’d had enough of the crowd and felt the need to go down near the water. My heart was heavy and I needed the beauty and solace of the ocean to soothe my soul.

After the walk, I had plans to attend a memorial service conducted by Cohen Children’s Hospital. This memorial is for children who have passed while being cared for at the hospital. My friends’ son, Chris, was part of this memorial. Readers may recall that I wrote about Chris, who was a childhood friend of my son’s, in a post entitled “The Boys Are Back in Town.” Link to that post here. Since Nico and Chris made an appearance at Chris’s memorial on the Long Beach boardwalk, I was hoping they might be around for this memorial, too.

They did not disappoint.

My first inkling of Nico’s presence came as I stared at one of the crystal chandeliers. The crystals seemed to blink different rainbow colors- green, blue, orange. I saw small sparkling rainbow colors in the crystals around the room. It made me feel peaceful and comforted to know he was there with me.

After seeing the rainbow colors in the chandeliers, I began to look around for other signs of Nico and Chris. An image flashed of the boys hanging out in the bar area (which was closed, unfortunately). Chris was sitting on top of the bar, with his legs over the the front and Nico was standing behind the bar, leaning forward with his arms folded on the counter.

Nico and Chris watched intently from the bar as parents  gave tearful testimonials to the hospital and the doctors who had cared for their children. Some had only survived a few weeks or months before succumbing to cancer or other illnesses. The sorrow was palpable… and heavy.

Suddenly, another image flashed before me. It was Nico swinging from a chandelier!

I immediately felt deeply embarrassed – which was silly because of course nobody else could see what I saw. Nevertheless, I indicated to him that it was not appropriate behavior for such a solemn occasion. He responded that it was “too serious.”

This was a common complaint of Nico’s. When I first got Nico’s urn of ashes, I made a little shrine in my living room with a vase of flowers and a picture I had painted of a peaceful cherry grove. Nico communicated to me that this display was “too serious” and that he didn’t approve. I decided to add some little characters from his favorite video game, “Splatoon,” (pictured below).  After this modification, he conveyed his approval.

Kids…

Nico also had expressed this opinion during a special Yom Kippur service I attended with my mom. During the solemn prayer ceremony, which honored lost loved ones, my mom leaned into me and whispered, “Nico isn’t here…Too serious,” she remarked, mimicking Nico’s familiar complaint. In his defense, I will say that because he had autism, Nico often felt uncomfortable with emotional displays of any sort, so I guess that is why he sometimes felt things were too serious.

Anyway, during one part of the Cohen’s memorial ceremony, each child’s name is read, and the parents stand up to receive a flower. Chris’ name was coming up soon, when his dad suddenly realized his brand new belt had broken and couldn’t be fastened! “I just bought this!” he said in exasperation, as he fumbled frantically with the buckle. The timing of this potentially embarrassing event was terrible, and I’m sure Wally (Chris’ dad) was picturing himself standing up to receive the flower, while his pants went south in front of a roomful of people. This situation had the earmarks of Chris’ particular brand of humor, and we all felt that he was pranking his father, as he often did when he was alive.

I guess Chris also thought things were getting too serious, because we all cracked up while Wally desperately tried to fix his belt before Chris’s name was read. Chris’ name was finally called and Wally was able to keep his pants up somehow. It lightened up a very difficult moment and changed the mood entirely. But that wasn’t the only sign we got…

A close family friend was also attending the memorial. At the exact moment Chris’ name was read, she received a text from her friend. She said that her daughter was chosen to be an angel in the school Christmas play. (Hmmm, CHRIStmas play.)

So I guess it’s true, every time a cell phone rings, an angel gets its wings!

I need to backtrack a bit here to set up the next sign (yes, there are more!) Wally had met me at the entrance of the catering hall where the memorial was being held. As we walked to the room where the memorial was, he told me there was a social worker at the the hospital who had helped his family when Chris was ill and he was going to be speaking at the ceremony. He told this gentleman of my loss and asked him to come over to meet me after the ceremony.

During the ceremony Wally, who is a volunteer firefighter, got a call on his firefighter’s radio. He turned the volume down and put it to his ear to listen. When he put the radio down he had a strange look on his face. “That was a call for a fire at the Rainbow Family Center,” he said, dumbfounded, knowing that Nico’s sign was rainbows. He pointed out to me that this call came in as the social worker he wanted me to meet was speaking at the ceremony.

It was quite a day!

Epilogue

Sometimes I work on my blog posts in a notebook, whenever I have a little free time. I currently work in an elementary school and while the children eat lunch I sometimes have an opportunity to write. As I was working on this very post,  “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” began playing over the speakers in the school lunchroom. What made it special, and a clear sign from my son, was that it was the same acoustic version played at Chris’ memorial ceremony on the Long Beach boardwalk . I had never heard that song played in the lunchroom before (they usually play instrumental music).

I thought, “I guess Chris and Nico are here with me right now. Love you, boys!” (And I get a flash of Nico and Chris fist bumping because I get it.)

<3

Prologue/My Constant Companion

Prologue

I try to make my blog a hopeful place and not one of sadness. My overall goal is to help people who may have isolated themselves because of grief, to reach those who may feel like they are the only ones experiencing certain feelings. Doing so heals us both.

But at times, I need to share the uglier side of grief. The raw side. The side people don’t want to talk about or even think about.

Although today’s post has a positive message at the end, it is raw and full of emotion. It may read as a somewhat incoherent, stream-of-consciousness, emotional catharsis.

Sometimes, grief is like that.

The important thing to remember is that somehow we find the strength to keep going. Some days it’s just being able to get out of bed. Other days, life feels happy and rewarding again. Although grief is a constant companion, my life and my being are not defined by it.

My Constant Companion

That day.

The worst day of my life. The day I learned my son was dead by his own hand. That was the day I gained my new companion: Grief. It was he that drew the breath out of my lungs and knocked me to the floor, where I tucked myself into a ball and screamed until my throat felt like a raw, bleeding mess.

Time stopped. How long did I scream? A minute? An hour? When I stopped and looked up, I was face to face with Grief. From that day on, Grief seeped into my very soul, shattering my being.

And he never leaves my side.

At times, he is a raging, angry bear. Roaring, destroying, fiercely defending his territory. He can be like a tsunami, striking suddenly and unexpectedly, an enormous wave swallowing all in his path, leaving me drowning in sadness, desperately trying to save myself from the overwhelming attack.

Other times, he is a quiet companion, a pale ghost one can only sense with the heart. Felt, but not seen.

I laugh with you sometimes. I laugh at the irony of Nico dying first and the absurdness of trying to continue without him. The morbid, completely inappropriate humor that rattles through my brain… Like when people (who don’t know he’s dead) ask, “What is your son doing now?” in my head I answer, “Um, Pushing up daises??” 

Grief knows no etiquette, it only knows…

persistence.

Grief-ever present, even as I laugh. I turn my head to see if you are watching. Do I have a right to smile, to laugh again? Will I be punished? I look to see your reaction.

None.

You are…? You are. You just are.

You do not judge, you do not comfort. You are just present, a fog that waxes and wanes but never completely lifts. The burden may lighten then grow heavy again, but you are here to stay.

No respite.

So we must co-exist. We must find our balance. I must negotiate the ebb and flow that you are. Feel the burn, rejoice in the lightness.

Just be. Just love. Just remember…

Haunting, taunting, soul sucking. Why? What did I do to deserve this? There is no justice-justice is not in the vocabulary of Grief. It has its own words:

solitude, faith, surrender…

But surrender does not mean giving up (not in the language of Grief). It means acceptance, on a deeper level. Letting go – of people, feelings… control.

Like an aging willow I must bend gracefully to Grief. Struggle? Struggle is a waste of energy. Fighting is futile and only hurts me more.

Let go…and be free.

 

 

 

It’s So Hard To Be Without You

It broke my soul in a zillion pieces writing this,” wrote Adams in his Instagram post announcing the song. “This record mattered more to me than any record before it and my life depended on making it. I would have died inside if I hadn’t.” 

Click here to listen to the song. Although it’s about a breakup, I find it speaks to me of my loss(es) as well. My heart breaks each time I hear it…

It’s So Hard To Be Without You
Ryan Adams
 

It’s so hard to be without you
Lying in the bed, you are so much to be without
Rattles in my head that empty drum filled with doubt
Everything you lose, the wisdom will find its way out
Every night is lonesome and is longer than before
Nothing really matters anymore

It’s so hard to be without you
Used to feel so angry and now only I feel humble
Stinging from the storm inside my ribs where it thunders
Nothing left to say or really even wonder
We are like a book and every page is so torn
Nothing really matters anymore

It’s so hard not to call you
Thunder’s in my bones out in the streets where I first saw you
When everything was new and colorful, it’s gotten darker
Every day’s a lesson, things were brighter before
Nothing really matters anymore

It’s so hard to be without you
Everyday I find another little thread of silver
Waiting for me when I wake some place on the pillow
And then I see the empty space beside me and remember
I feel empty, I feel tired, I feel worn
Nothing really matters anymore

Throw Off Your Mental Chains

The title of today’s post comes from a Howard Jones tune called “New Song.”

I have loved this song since I was an 80’s chick, (yes, I was an 80’s chick, see?)

80’s Chick

But after Nico died it took on a whole new meaning. It was one of those familiar songs that suddenly sounded different, almost 3-D. The lyrics seemed laser focused on me, like a direct communication from the spirit world.

Additionally, the lyric “A new song for me to sing” is from P.O.D’s “Alive,” which I wrote about in the post “Songs and Signs.” Click here to read that post. “Alive” was playing as I drove away from the morgue, and it felt like my son joking around with me, the irony was ridiculous. But as I listened to the lyrics I realized that my son was saying he was okay, and in fact, felt alive for the very first time (in his spiritual form).

The song is significant because I believe it is a message from my son that death is not the ending we think it is. It is not final. I can’t say exactly what happens but I know the soul lives on. That seems to be the message of the song. Check out the lyrics:

 “New Song” by Howard Jones
I’ve been waiting for so long
To come here now and sing this song
Don’t be fooled by what you see
Don’t be fooled by what you hear
This is a song to all of my friends
They take the challenge to their hearts
Challenging preconceived ideas
Saying goodbye to long standing fears
Don’t crack up
Bend your brain
See both sides
Throw off your mental chains
I don’t wanna be hip and cool
I don’t wanna play by the rules
Not under the thumb of the cynical few
Or laden down by the doom crew
Don’t crack up
Bend your brain
See both sides
Throw off your mental chains
Don’t crack up
Bend your brain
See both sides
Throw off your mental chains
I’ve been waiting for so long
To come here now and sing this song
Don’t be fooled by what you see
Don’t be fooled by what you hear
This is a song to all of my friends
They take the challenge to their hearts
Challenging preconceived ideas
Saying goodbye to long standing fears
Don’t crack up
Bend your brain
See both sides
Throw off your mental chains
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I’m going to take the song a few lines at a time to show the meaning it has to me.
I’ve been waiting for so long
To come here now and sing this song.
The first two lines seem to be saying my son has been waiting to go to the spiritual world, and tell me about what is happening to him.
“Don’t be fooled by what you see,” makes me think of the last time I saw him, at the funeral home, unable to leave his side. That is, until I heard a Nico’s voice in my head telling me he wasn’t in there (his body) anymore. In fact, he said he was “over here,” and I sensed his voice coming from the rear of the viewing room. “I’m not in there anymore, mom.” “Don’t be fooled by what you hear,” means don’t believe I’m dead and that’s the end of me.
“This is a song to all of my friends
They take the challenge to their hearts
Challenging preconceived ideas
Saying goodbye to long standing fears”
These lines are about challenging my ideas about life and death, and believing that the soul lives on in the spiritual realm after death. It also tells me to let go of my fears about death and losing loved ones.
Don’t crack up
Bend your brain
See both sides
Throw off your mental chains
These lines continue the idea of “challenging preconceived ideas,” by pushing my thoughts in a new direction, while also telling me everything is okay and not to be consumed with sorrow over Nico’s death. (“Don’t crack up”). “See both sides,” is about realizing there is a physical world here on earth and a spiritual realm, too. My favorite line is the last one, imploring me to unchain my mind from the limits I put on it so I can connect more fully with the spiritual world…to think outside the box.
 I don’t wanna be hip and cool
I don’t wanna play by the rules
Not under the thumb of the cynical few
Or laden down by the doom crew
The first two lines sound like my son, he didn’t care about what other people thought and he tended to live by his own rules, which wasn’t always a good thing. The last two lines are about not allowing myself to be brought down by cynical people who don’t believe in the spiritual realm or people overly focused on death and loss.
I wonder if any readers out there have had a similar experience, where a song took on new meaning or felt like a communication from a loved one. Please feel free to share your experiences in the comments section, I’d love to read them!
 

Science Meets Spiritualism

 

A view of the Milky Way during the Perseid Meteor Shower. Also in space: a satellite where scientists are producing entangled photons and beaming them back to Earth. (Daniel Reinhardt/EPA)

I tend to be a very logical person and a scientist at heart. I guess that’s why it’s difficult for me to fully embrace my son in his spiritual form. It just doesn’t seem logical. But then again, science and logic are based on the physical world, not the spiritual world.

But there are some principles of science that seem to support the existence of life after death:

  • The Law of Conservation of Mass posits that matter is neither created nor destroyed. 
  • The Law of Conservation of Energy (First Law of Thermodynamics): posits that energy is neither created nor destroyed. 
  • Einstein’s equation E = mc2 proposes that the total amount of mass and energy in the universe is constant. This represents the combination of the two prior laws about energy and matter.

To me this is scientific support for life after death. We all possess life energy and a physical existence. While our bodies return to their earthly roots after death, the soul lives on. It has to. It’s pure energy.

My son has communicated to me that he is “pure energy” now and  Angela Dawn in her book “Love Never Dies,” also discusses how her deceased mother and sister communicated to her that they are pure energy.

Now science has possibly given further proof of the connection between souls with the theory of “quantum entanglement.” Albert Einstein called it, “spooky action at a distance,” which doesn’t sound very scientific and in fact, sounds quite other-worldly. Yet who could be more respected in science than Albert Einstein? Read Washington Post article here,  about quantum entanglement and a recent, groundbreaking experiment conducted in space.

Simply put, quantum entanglement is a phenomenon where two particles mirror each other no matter what distance is between them. What happens to one, is mirrored in the other. This sounds a lot like the concept of soul mates and soul families. We are connected to souls of our loved ones (and maybe even strangers), regardless of the distance. We sense them and sometimes even feel what is happening to them.

Another great article “Can Science Explain the Soul?” by Deepak Chopra (with Stuart Hameroff) connects the dots between quantum physics and the existence of the soul. Read the article here. It gets a little technical, but you can scroll down to the end of the article for the take-home message about how concepts in quantum physics (and the new field of quantum biology) can be used to argue for the existence of the soul and conscious thought. (Who knew??)

It seems that the laws of quantum physics apply in many ways to consciousness and the concept that souls unite as one after death. They become linked to the vast sea of souls in the spiritual world, a collective that works together.

Angela Dawn discusses this concept this in her book; that while her sister and mother retained some of their individual souls, they also were part of a greater collection of united souls, working together to help the universe.

I love it when science and spirituality come together. One day, I believe science will prove the existence of the spiritual world and that the souls of our loved ones live on.

50 Shades of Grief

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When you lose something important in your life, you not only suffer that loss, but other losses stemming from it.

For example, if you break up with your significant other you may initially feel the loss of their company, but there are other losses too. Future losses. You may lament never growing old together, having children, etc. These losses are called “secondary losses,” and they are part of the grieving process.

Secondary losses can occur not only from the death of a loved one, but from any significant loss. Losing a job, losing your ability to have children, or losing physical function through illness or aging can also trigger secondary losses.

Suicide is a huge thing to deal with. As grief subsides, secondary losses begin to sting. It’s a different kind of pain than the initial loss. It’s less acute and shocking and more like a slow burn. It’s another layer to the grief process, a different shade of grief.

Triggers come out of nowhere… a bumper sticker on a car; “World’s Best Grandma,” hearing friends talk about their kids’ jobs, weddings and grandkids knowing I will never be able to have that conversation. I grieve for the son I will not see grow into a man, marry, or help me when I’m old.

The burn comes up. Not to be.

How peculiar to grieve for something I never had…

Songs Reaching Out From the Radio

Sometimes a song I’ve heard forever takes on new meaning. I know I’m receiving some kind of sign when the music sounds different to me, like it’s reaching out from the radio to touch me. The energy changes and I become alert to the lyrics. This most often happens in my car although it has happened in other places.

I’ve already written about P.O.D.’s “Alive.” Click here if you’d like to read that post (Songs and Signs).

For example, the song “Photograph” by Ed Sheeran took on special meaning one day when I heard some lyrics I had never heard before (in green italics):

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it’s the only thing that I know (know)
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it’s the only thing we take with us when we die

It felt like my son talking to me, saying it would get easier and that his love for me did not die. This song had been out for a quite a while but I had never heard those particular lyrics before.

When my son died I posted a bunch of meaningful songs on my Facebook page. They often were love songs, lamenting love lost, but were so relevant to what I was feeling.

I guess loss is loss, no matter how it occurs.

The lyrics to several of these songs follow the end of this post.  Some of these songs spoke of our new spiritual connection, and the necessity for me to embrace Nico’s spiritual form, and let go of his physical form and my old beliefs about death being so final.

If you open your mind for me
You won’t rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin

-Queensryche “Silent Lucidity”

This song, by The Fixx spoke to me of our spiritual connection and the lives we will share in the future.

We are passengers in time
Lost in motion, locked together
Day and night, by trick of light
But I must take another journey
We must meet with other names
If you hold me you will hurt me
Be brave

-Secret Separation by The Fixx

One particularly poignant song was “Gone” by Jr.Jr. It seemed to capture my son’s fears of not being able to succeed in his life and his ambivalence about leaving this world.

“Gone”
I’ve made up my mind over and over
Keep pressing rewind but I’m getting older
Tried every door, don’t know who I’m looking for
And I’ve made up my mind over and over

I can’t be everything you want me to be
I can’t be everything you want me to be
Finally, I can see the light through the leaves
But it’s all gone
But it’s all gone

What comes from the ground now is returning
It’s all the same sound and my ears are burning
In some strange home, don’t know who I’m working for
I’ve made up my mind over and over

I can’t be everything you want me to be
I can’t be everything you want me to be
Finally, I can see the light through the leaves
But it’s all gone
But it’s all gone

Over and over, over and over
Over and over, over and over

I can’t be everything you want me to be
I can’t be everything you want me to be
Finally, I can see the light through the leaves
But it’s all gone
But it’s all gone
But it’s all gone

Perhaps the most heartbreaking and personal song was by Ruth B. She seemed to capture my son’s sadness about feeling isolated, misunderstood, and “lost” and his hope about perhaps finding a place where he belonged. These were feelings he did not express verbally, but were apparent, especially after his death.

“Lost Boy” by Ruth B.

There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too

Then one night, as I closed my eyes,
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile
He said, “Peter Pan. That’s what they call me.
I promise that you’ll never be lonely.”
And ever since that day…

I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy,” they say to me,
“Away from all of reality.”

Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free

He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe
Believe in him and believe in me
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green
To your beautiful destiny
As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
Soon enough we reached Neverland
Peacefully my feet hit the sand
And ever since that day…

I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy,” they say to me,
“Away from all of reality.”

Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free

Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Wendy Darling,
Even Captain Hook.
You are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so,
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last

And for always I will say…

I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy,” they say to me,
“Away from all of reality.”

Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free.

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Queensryche “Silent Lucidity”

Hush now, don’t you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You’re lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over… or has it just begun?There’s a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn’t realize and you were scared
It’s a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimensionI- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help you see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you, in Silent Lucidity[spoken during solo]
(Visualize your dream)
(Record it in the present tense)
(Put it into a permanent form)
(If you persist in your efforts)
(You can achieve dream control)
(Dream control)
(How are we feeling today, better??)
(Dream control, dream control)
(Help me)If you open your mind for me
You won’t rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin
Living twice at once you learn
You’re safe from pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion, can you realize
Your dream’s alive, you can be the guide but…I- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help to see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you….

“Secret Separation” by The Fixx

We are passengers in time
Lost in motion, locked together
Day and night, by trick of light
But I must take another journey
We must meet with other names
We must meet with other names
You touched my heart so deeply
You rescued me now free me
Don’t watch me cry just see me go
I’ll take away the strongest feelings
You will ever know
There will be no more isolation
In our secret separation
You touched my heart so deeply, you rescued me
Now free meWe are passengers in time
Lost in motion, locked together
Day and night, by trick of light
But I must take another journey
We must meet with other names
If you hold me you will hurt me
Be braveThere will be no more isolation
In our secret separation
You touched my heart so deeply, you rescued me
Now free meWe are matching spark and flame
Caught in endless repetition
Life for life we’ll be the same
I must leave before you burn me
I am the stranger who deserts you only to love you
In another lifeThere will be no more isolation
In our secret separation
You touched my heart so deeply, you rescued me
Now free meI’ll bear one precious scar that only you will know
Passengers in time, free me
[repeat x5]