to God that this will always last I'll carry on until the end of time With faith that you'll remain in my life You were there when it all began And
THOUGH IT'S RAGGED AND IT'S WORN IT'S THE PLACE WHERE I WAS BORN. THE BEAUTY LIES WITHIN IN GOD'S OWN COUNTRY. IT SLEEPS BENEATH THE SOIL AND 'NEATH
ears. It's louder than the bombs that scream in my dreams. can my will alone erase the things I've become? It's hard to see passed all my failures and
