Believe

Sometimes, it comes across my unending search for a truth...this did...as we were watching a number of music videos on YouTube...drinking a bubbly and chillin'...this one...an unmistakable message carrier...that just stopped us in motion...we gandered...we sang along...we deciphered the lyrics...we hummed the melody...then, we cried...

You might think we were crazy....but, I thought back to when we saw the group, Brooks and Dunn (with Reba) in Vegas...we were with friends, who were not country bumpkins like us....I will not names, as I have not asked them about writing this up...and they were hesitant about going to the concert...and, as this song was being sung, I looked over and they, too, were crying...it has that type of an impact...

In these times of questioning everything...the state of the racial division that trump got us in, and left us with...the debate of faith...who, exactly, do we trust?...is there a God?...does our Constitution really work?...can we survive viruses, that seem to challenge our lives...the list goes on...

I can't play the video for you...it is on YouTube however...the song is 'BELIEVE' by Brooks and Dunn...written by Ronnie Dunn and Craig Wiseman...the major solo singing part of it was done by Ronnie...absolutely haunting...covered a few years back by the great one, Jennifer Hudson...the message is clear and undeniable...is the song based on a reality?...nobody answers that...but, the fundamental meaning  is...I am only writing about THIS today...for me, it has that much impact...to set this up, Old Man Wrigley was black, the narrative person was white...here are the words, and for you to judge for yourself...

Old man Wrigley lived in that house

Down the street where I grew up

Momma used to send me over with things

We struck a friendship up

I spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing

Says he was in the war when in the navy

Lost his wife, and his baby

Broke down and asked him one time

How ya keep from going crazy

He said I'll see my wife and son in just a little while

I asked him what he meant

He looked at me and smiled, said

I raise my hands, bow my head

I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red

They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see

Oh I believe

Few years later I was off at college

Talkin' to mom on the phone one night

Getting all caught up on the gossip

The ins and outs of the small town life

She said oh by the way son, old man

Wrigley has died

Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back

Thought 'bout a couple of long-lost summers

I didn't know whether to cry or laugh

If there was ever anybody deserved a ticket to the other side

It's be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said

I raise my hands, bow my head

I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red

They tell me that there's more to life that just what I can see

Oh I believe

I can't quote the book

The chapter or the verse

You can't tell me it all ends

In a slow ride in a hearse

You know I'm more and more convinced

The longer that I live 

Yeah, this can't be

No, this can't be

No, this can't be all there is

I raise my hands, bow my head

I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red

They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see

Oh I believe

Oh I believe...

I believe

I believe