Keep your lure in the water, don't just sit by the shore There are souls to be caught everywhere in this old world Go where hearts are plenty, don't just
Nowhere to burn Nowhere for no one It's the same ole sore And the same ole bleedin' Somebody stand up and die (Shoot you) Somebody wake up alive (We
Broken arms of quiet stillness tend to cover me Banished echoes of my soul Careful polish makes the edges seem much sharper But the rust inside still
Today, the sky was mocking as she spat upon my face I woke up ten past should've been - here, repentance without grace Sixteen hundred years ago, a man
I stare at the cross hanging on my wall. It's just a memory of days which are behind me The colours blend though violence of lenses of the recess of my
Wait, wait for something, for something. Wait, wait for something, for something. The days come back and I am silent to the memories of my mind. Regret
I just woke up in wonder staring at my wall Is this what they call falling if they speak at all? What is freedom in Jesus? How far does it span? I am
Misunderstood like a prom queen, keep on saying what you don't mean as they watch as you go out the door and in the door and out the door. You've got
Tripping on the cost of forgiveness and rountrip flight from stubborness to prideful as hell Up front and sideways with two words spare (How much can
When I was just eleven, I died and rose again - a symbol to transcend the watery grave. There the cup uncovered, I shone the light within - the radiance
I've seen a thousand people kneel in silence I've seen them face the rifles with their songs I always thought that we could end the killing But now I
I got the bait to catch ya, i`m the big fish in the pond And i`m fishing with a pole, they call me silvers john long If that don`t excite ya and i`m talkin
Can you fit a big boat in a shrubbery? Can you sail a ship amongst a copse of trees? No, this you cannot do! Why do you still try to?! You need the
(Peter Yarrow) I've seen a thousand people kneel in silence And I've seen them face the rifles with their songs I always thought that we could end the
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