Those of you who are metal heads probably recognize the title very well. It’s a song by Metallica. My husband is a huge metal head and knows more about metal, its origins, the pioneers, history, geography than any person who has walked the planet. Metallica is his favourite. And as much as I have graduallyyyyyy learned to appreciate the talent, I still find that music distasteful and annoyingly noisy. I however, do like the lyrics of many metal bands because they’re filled with facts, history, geography, good language maybe, some religion too …as compared to pop, hip hop etc. that I find very groovy and fun but they’re really mostly just soft porn and have shameful excuses for lyrics these days. Well, it’s unfair to generalise because there are some excellent songs out there too. But, you get my point! So difficult to find good music these days, phew. Anyway, Harvester of Sorrow was going to be the song for our first dance and I fought him tooth and nail and won back then. The original song is a rather intense song and has very different interpretations and lyrics. So, you won’t be able to draw parallels here. I just love the title so much that I decided to borrow just that much for inspiration.
HARVESTER OF SORROW Harvester of sorrow. Go away, try again tomorrow. In fact when tomorrow becomes today. I'll still want it this way. There are so many colours. Not every lump is a tumour. The lump in my throat. Will become the antidote. The pain that I feel. Will make others heal. The voice that is shrill. Will prevent another kill. It's all about learning. Without worrying about falling. However deep and far. Let not darkness fill the hour. Harvester of sorrow. I'm not worried about the horror. It's been washed off me. There's no more hurt; I'm free. Fear and sorrow are chains. They only bring more pains. I don't wish to live in shackles. Somehow God brought me to tackle. Just like Job, I'd never choose. To win double, by everything lose. But He brought me there. And that's I'm where. Harvester of sorrow. No more guilt the size of Kilimanjaro. I have decided. Not to be shortsighted. Today is just now. But tomorrow somehow, the great 'I Am', who lives beyond, is with me in this marathon. He lives outside time and space. And tells me to not cover my face. Gold must be refined, in fire that purges and blinds. But out of the ashes, the phoenix rises. Que sera sera; whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Just knitted in the pattern. Some times feels like an enclosed cavern. Just rest in the flow. No need to flap or paddle, you know. That is total surrender, to the ultimate defender. Harvester of sorrow. Go away, try again tomorrow. -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved The pic is as old as 2011, the only time Metallica had a show in India.