"But my cup is one sixteenth full... I'm getting there, but the getting's slow."
That part gets me every time. Heartbreaking, and yet, so empowering. I'd agree with mantooth on the prisoner idea, though this song can easily fit for a hospital bed or room of someone terminally ill.
I enjoy the duality of emotions within the song. One one hand, the narrator is optimistic and and anticipating his release. "Sun to warm my skin, friends to take me in, when I walk outside". At the same time, will the one person that appears to matter most be there when it happens? "When I am released,
will you still be waiting for me? "
Imagine spending a lifetime in a small cell with a tiny window that only allows the sun's light for a minute or so a day. The world and its inhabitants changing with the time, and you, cut off from all of it. Endless hours to sit and contemplate your past, and delve on the future, holding onto the thought of the one person worth sticking it out for... the only face you care about seeing when you get out. Imagine a lifetime of waiting and thinking and hoping... and then getting that opportunity of freedom, only to find that person didn't wait for you...
"But my cup is one sixteenth full... I'm getting there, but the getting's slow."
That part gets me every time. Heartbreaking, and yet, so empowering. I'd agree with mantooth on the prisoner idea, though this song can easily fit for a hospital bed or room of someone terminally ill.
I enjoy the duality of emotions within the song. One one hand, the narrator is optimistic and and anticipating his release. "Sun to warm my skin, friends to take me in, when I walk outside". At the same time, will the one person that appears to matter most be there when it happens? "When I am released, will you still be waiting for me? "
Imagine spending a lifetime in a small cell with a tiny window that only allows the sun's light for a minute or so a day. The world and its inhabitants changing with the time, and you, cut off from all of it. Endless hours to sit and contemplate your past, and delve on the future, holding onto the thought of the one person worth sticking it out for... the only face you care about seeing when you get out. Imagine a lifetime of waiting and thinking and hoping... and then getting that opportunity of freedom, only to find that person didn't wait for you...