Edward, Last night at the often cringe-worthy Oscars, Sting stepped onstage and sang a simple song about the journalist James Foley who was beheaded by Islamic militants in 2014. The lyrics are sumptuous and speak to the heart of what falls victim to freedom when you deny free speech.
No, the current administration is not calling for beheadings of journalists. We are a more civilized, lawful society. Instead, we are effectively cutting off fingers and cutting out tongues.
Here are the lyrics and the link to the performance:
THE EMPTY CHAIR
Artist & Composer
Sting & J. Ralph
If I should close my eyes, that my soul can see,
And there's a place at the table that you saved for me.
So many thousand miles over land and sea,
I hope to dare, that you hear my prayer,
And somehow I'll be there.
It's but a concrete floor where my head will lay,
And though the walls of this prison are as cold as clay.
But there's a shaft of light where I count my days,
So don't despair of the empty chair,
And somehow I'll be there.
Some days I'm strong, some days I'm weak,
And days I'm so broken I can barely speak,
There’s a place in my head where my thoughts still roam,
Where somehow I've come home.
And when the Winter comes and the trees lie bare,
And you just stare out the window in the darkness there.
Well I was always late for every meal you'll swear,
But keep my place and the empty chair,
And somehow I'll be there,
And somehow I'll be there.
Sting performing song at Oscars:
http://www.bostonglobe.com/arts/movi...IrJ/story.html
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