Does Jesus care when my heart is pained. Too deeply for mirth or song. As the burdens press and the cares distress. And the way grows weary and long?.
Now he couldn't move a mountain. Or pull down a big oak tree. But my daddy became a mighty big man. With a simple philosophy. . Do what you do do well boy.
Dawn...the cruel night is gone. I've cried the whole night long. Because you're gone. Dawn...the darkness disappears. And daylight dries my tears. I welcome dawn.
(copyright Steven Cavanagh 1993-2002). . Your cut is fine. and your technique's right. I see you've trained,. know how to fight. You've learned the Force.
Yo yo waddup I know it's you. I had to run out and pick up a few things. If you get to the crib before I get back. You know what to do, the crib is yours.
I took the fall and on came all the changes. Work your way through the cold shell of my heart. Just to find another layer of stone waiting. I know I'm not a good man, I never was and I never will.
There is nothing left for me. There is nothing left for you. There is nothing left at all. A wasteland of my mind. . Don't think you ever will see. Don't think you ever will know.
Weaving another web of lies around me. Leaving an endless trail of pain behind me. . I don't deserve the love you give to me. How to mend the damage done to you?.
Did you feel the mountains tremble?. Did you hear the oceans roar?. When the people rose to sing of. Jesus Christ the Risen One. . Did you feel the people tremble?.
Dear Lord, this pain inside me tears me apart. And Lord, the more it hurts, the harder my heart. Oh, in my darkest hour. Your love comes shining through.
Got up this mornin'. Feelin' sick and bad. I'm thinkin' 'bout the good time. That I once have had. . I said, I got up this mornin'. And I said, I'm feelin' so sick and bad.
I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read?. It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead.". I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon it read?.
Lord, Dear Lord my God. Have I told you thank you lately. Have I told you I am grateful. for your one and only Son. . Lord, Dear Lord on high. You bestow so many blessings.
Crowded couples sipping sucking sex. Under bleachers, student teachers know best. Yea, well, fate is fucking romantic if you can get off on failure. Right on reds and left at an altar.
Solo me quedo. Y aun me pregunto como a sido. Como me dejas. Y me condenas a este olvido. . Agua que mojas. Mis ojos tristes y mi cara. Lluvia que es llanto de amor.
The Breakfast Creek Hotel is up for sale. The last square mile of terra firma gavelled in the mail. So farewell to the Norfolk Island pines. No amount of make believe can help this heart of mine.
Light globes wash up all along the beach. And they light me up with and they light me up with certainty. But you calculate coincidence and circumstance and turbulence.
I need to take issue with you. be part of a process, find subject. I need to ask you for more time. I need to collect my mail. need to pay more attention to detail.
Money doesn't matter. when she's sleeping like a log. the only thing that matters is herself. Then she hears the pitter patter. Of footsteps in the hall.
Light globes wash up, all along the beach.. And they light me up with, and they light me up with certainty.. Well she calculates, coincidence, and circumstance and turbulence..