Here amongst the many,. Are those who weather shadows.. And belief that only God knows,. What will be forgiven.. And here amonst the many,. Are children baring heartache,.
What have I done to get you down?. Has my heartache turned your smile around?. ôround, ôround, down, gone. Look up halo.. Size me up now before I'm dead.
Make a little conversation. So long I've been waiting. So let go of myself and feel alive. . So many nights I thought it over. Told myself I kind of liked her.
Anna, when I think of Tom. I think about a night. When the earth smelled of summer. And the sky was streaked with white. . And the soft mist of England.
Thiang. "There is a happy land, far, far away,. Where saints in Glory stand, bright, bright as day.". [Spoken] In the beginning God created the-heaven and the-earth..
In order to remember your dreams,. You must think of them as if they were little kittens.. When you wake up in the morning,. Before you get out of bed,.
When I drive through the great northwest. The snowcaps on the mountain tops. A pack of wolves surrounds my truck. And my fingertips are so cold. All this beauty and all those wolves.
The Heavy Holy Man sits on the hill,. Holding hard wooden ball.. Hears mysteries of the universe unfolding but blocks it all out.. He has one eye pointed toward the sky,.
It's so beautiful here. The swallows are swinging and swaying. Sweetly tweeting in the fruit trees. Sparrows hip-hop into my hands. And somehow I hold them and gently pet their wings.
He needed more time. He needed more space. He needed more money. He needed more friends. He needed more music. He needed more food. He needed more drugs.
I don't know why. I'm always inclined. To end on a happy note. Though the point may be mute. like a ten year old boy. With his throat. And his dreams.
In this happy sing-song hell hole. In this torture house of glee. In this perfect playpen prison. There's so much to do and see. . On this euthanasia morning.
Well alright, yea. . I heard that yea dawg I heard that. Homie spit the truth every word was a fact. He got a little cheese and his bitch bad. Plus he on the rise so that's probably why his haters mad.
I hear you calling out but my feet are standing still. What's it gonna take to make me move. I know your always there and your all I ever need. But I can't seem to give it all up to you.
Once inside, everything would change before my eyes. No more decay. Glorious beauty had taken it's place. But in horror... I watched as the wolf... began it's skin to shed.
Help... help... can anybody help me now?. Help... help... my mind is lying on the ground. I don't know, I just don't know if I'm still alive. I see the sun, the sun is up again, another day of just the same.
I'm in a cold and lonely tomb. Surrounded by darkness in my newfound home. I'm not alone, anymore, alone, anymore. I'm looking back at yesterday. . I do remember my escape and what I had to do.
Stay away. Molly's soul keeps returning. Every night. To the attic shrine. . Never alone. Living dolls out of nowhere. Crying out. "Mommy, why". . The house is forever haunted.
Oh it's Halloween. . Every night to me is Halloween. Like an ancient scene. See you know just what I mean. . Halloween, you are my pride. Halloween, not just a dream.
Another bloody day's in sight. What a thrill we're still alive. TV's shouting on and on!. War is raging, peace is gone. Hope is on fire. Sorry if I don't suit your style#.