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This Fairytale

Thursday, December 15, 2011
As soon as I finished writing my last post, Mia came in and plopped on the bed and I told her a little about my song search and talked a bit about the ones I had found. I lean on her for all of my computer questions and I made a last ditch effort stab at trying to find the lyrics to "This Fairytale" on my computer. I had an IT guy come over in the spring to consolidate all of my files from our old computer into one comprehensive folder for my laptop so that I had everything previous to Michael's accident in one location. I had looked in that folder already and could not find them. I was showing it to Mia a few minutes ago to make sure that I had gone through the process correctly to locate the song. I added the word "this" to "fairytale" and it popped right up. As the lyrics came on my screen I was overwhelmed. I covered my face and began to sob tears of relief and thankfulness. I had started looking for these lyrics on February 23. It was in the back of my mind all of this time. I don't know why it was burning in me so heavily to locate these particular lyrics, of all of the lyrics that he wrote, but it is a wonderful encore to the post "A Beautiful Life". I had thought about having it sung at his funeral, but plans had to go into another direction....that is when a song which I had written was put into the service instead of this one. I learned years ago when I first started writing and dabbling in screenwriting, that the best stories are told from what you know and experience. Michael wrote this song from his heart and from experience for a young couple that was getting married. I have not read these lyrics in about 7 years. I found it amazing that he began the song with hearing "the pages turning" and I refer to seeing "the words on the final page of the fairy tale ending along with the closing of the book," in my post.

This Fairytale

I heard the pages turning
And with a pen in His hand
The Author writes a fairytale
Of this Woman and this Man

An unexpected journey
A turn in the road
He reveals to us a story
That has always been known

Chorus: The winds of change they came
And they tried to blow them down
But they would not be moved
For they stood on solid ground

No matter what the cost
They knew their faith would prevail
For they trusted in the Author of…….
This Fairytale

A gentle smile came on His face
As He began to write, He said,
"Memories may never fade
But I ordained this night

A union of my children
To have and to hold
A reminder of the promise
I sent long Ago"

Chorus 2 (you see) The winds of change they came
And they tried to blow him down
But he would not be moved
For he stood on solid ground

No matter what the cost
He knew his faith would prevail
So that we may know the Author of…….
This Fairytale

Bridge: Seasons come and seasons go
But through this course of time
He will be her prince charming
And her his princess bride

So we celebrate the Author
Who has given us this day
A memory to cherish
That will never fade away

Chorus 3:(you see) The winds of change will come
And try to blow you down
But you will not be moved
For you stand on solid ground

No matter what the cost
You know your faith will prevail
Cause we were written by the Author of…….
This Fairytale

This Fairytale

This Fairytale

Written by Michael A. Barranco
In 2003


Steve Mouzon Says:
December 17, 2011 at 3:01 PM


It is so hard to read your posts, knowing both you and Michael, and the story of this past year. But it is good to read them, because until we're ready to admit that we will die, we haven't really begun to live.

Wanda and I have two sons (Samuel and David) that felt for a long time that they were "ten feet tall and bulletproof." We all know how that works out. The bottom line is that I think now that the daily realization of our own mortality is maybe one of the great gifts. If you have forever, nothing is so important today. If you have only a few days left, everything is immensely important.

I say that from a perspective of being 10,000 miles from home, boarding a plane tomorrow night and being not so well from recent injuries in a fall. For one of the few times in my life, I'm asking myself "will I make it home?" And also "what have I done today to help those who will live on beyond me?"

The home I'm talking about is Miami, of course... just hoping to make it there alive. But the larger question of "will I make it home" is the more important one. Where is our long home, and are we headed in that direction? I'm so grateful for Michael's example of pointing everyone he knew in that direction. We can only hope to do the same.

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