[Shareefa Talkin]. Good evenin church, I'd like to welcome yall to the new DTP community baptist church. Today I'll be. speakin from the good books of assumptions. Ya know, I ran into a good friend of mine, Mr. Jeff Dixon,.
[Sharath]. Hey, hey, hey baby... . You know u my lady right ?. I remember when we first met that night,. Our eyes met I knew. for it was special,for sure.
Its Sharath and Sanith here. . You've been on my mind. and i know. that i got a beautiful girl who still dont know. you are mine, but i always didnt say.
As I reach a field. The walls within. Broken down in silence. It's turning me 'round. . Stand up to the crowd, like no one is around us. No times like right now, the end it getting nearer.
I need you to see through. And open up my eyes. So that I may move a mountain. Or cross the sea upon the morning light. . I knew you would breathe through.
If you could rule it all, what would you do?. Would you be so bold and make it new?. Would you take all the grey and paint it blue?. Let all the colour ignite tonight.
At first light I think we both knew. Just what we were getting into. Now it feels just like I'm falling. When will I hit the ground. Will I be running, for you.
If I was wrong, then let me fall I. Was before, leave me all alone. When I call out, would you make a sound. Could you hold me now, lift us off the ground.
It's been nine long years. On an island as we scavenge for food. We're never weak and hungry. . Little hearts and little hands. We were nine years old and nine was really plenty.
Toss and turn it up till dawn, still can't rest my head can't rest my head. Patiently i wait for sleep, but all night c. Turn this night right upside down my world is at an end i made a mess..
Up the hill to a vacant lot. There's nothing to see. Walk the pillars to settle in. And find that you've turned from me. You're the cup and you're the drink.
When the day is over. And it falls into gray. Move your body close. There changed. And could you be the answer. For a wretch like me. Clasp your hand in mine.
This frost you stand in. It draws on wobbled legs. This sway is stabled. I gnaw through your gate. You sort what i bend. You jar me for relief. This canter is guided.
Built a house made out of blood. Fought the serpent and his thugs. Played the game fought the fought. All wrapped you astound me living life through. Your sleep.
Wound was the heir, the ruler within fire.. Closed my page, as hatred reigned higher.. I did notice a knife and hills covered with blood,. was i the one who's life is most precious to this new "god"..
What could hinder this haste. Calm strewn the isle of this tattered grain. In all this muzzled distaste. I brush the vial hoping to misplace. Cover me with soil and tread.
Sweet bleak bliss of these pale mists pass.... and i watch in trance how this weather's wind howls between the trees.... and how these last signs of light smoothly dances within....
In here, every shadow in the ground passes me by... slow... flickering above me.. And silently they (like in a dream) crawl over me... be-witched i do follow their beautiful ways, beside this wintry frozen palace..