Watch the woman's hands as she cultivates the land,. As she plants the seed, as she's on her knees.. Watch her fingers smile as she holds the little child,.
The wind is cold, I walk alone. My head is hanging low. The friend I found within myself. Is the only one I know. . The blossoms of the dogwood tree. Have fallen all away.
Until the philosophy which holds one race. Superior and another inferior. Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned. Everywhere is war, me say war.
Sensitivity ain't your style. A cheap box of candy. And an Elvis smile drove me wild. That was some blue moons ago. . Used to thrill me when you hold me tight.
Well, it's been a long time since I thought about a man. I never think about maybe givin' him a hand. I don't have to think twice when it comes to you.
When I left, I left walkin' wounded. And made my escape from the rain. Still a prisoner of hurt. . I had months worth the work. Freein' my mind of the pain.
Crumbling down, My life,. All these lies, I put on a pedestal.. Walking around, Broken down shoes,. Broken down vows, My same broken heart.. And I know the silence is good for me. And I know how to be alone..
When I left, I left walkin' wounded and made. My escape from the rain, still a prisoner of hurt. I had months worth the work. Freein' my mind of the pain.
Where do I put this fire. This bright red feeling. This tigerlily down my mouth. He wants to grow to twenty feet tall. . I've left Bethlehem. I feel free.
So call me a bitch in heat. And I'll call you a liar. And we'll throw stones until we're dead. . There you go again you cut me off from talkin'. You bask in the glory, the center of the circle.
Climbing, climbing, climbing, climbing.... . Look, at how futile this is,. I'm so weak, so fragile, so torn.. Going round and round, going inside. To the circle, to the ladder, to the sky.
Through the sleepless nights I cry for you. And wonder who is kissing you. Oh, these sleepless nights will break my heart in two. . Somehow through the day I don't give in.
Can you open up my eyes?. I feel numb, I can't wake up. My body's shaking there is nothing I can feel.. . She's closer and I'm holding hands. Praying, I need to escape.
Christmas makes you feel emotional. It may bring parties or thoughts devotional. Whatever happens or what may be. Here is what Christmas time means to me.
Idiot Kitty to New York City. Living in a kennel and lookin' big and pretty. Meet the munch for business lunch. But your feet bleed under the table. .
(Traditional) Arranged by Emory Gordy, Jr.. . Silent night, Holy night,. All is calm, all is bright,. 'Round yon Virgin Mother and Child. Holy Infant so tender and mild,.
Eddie had a few days comin'. So he took a Las Vegas jaunt. Out to the land of supply and demand. Where you can get anything you want. . He wasn't lookin' for true love.
She used to sit and stare. And dream that he was there, but she quit that. She made up her mind. That someday she'd be fine and she meant that. . And she stopped drivin' by their old place.
You should have seen it coming, now it's too late. She bought the half-price ticket on the midnight train. You wouldn't understand 'cause you lie and cheat.
Did you ever meet somebody that likes all the same things you do. Somebody who can make you or break you anytime they want to. I met him at a red light, love at first sight, can it be true.