Sometimes I don't understand Why I was born at all When all that I do leaves me empty Aching and longing for more Sometimes I feel I could stand Man,
Help Me Help me I have fallen And I can't get up Help me I've used razors To heal me where I'm cut Help me I've used chemicals To ease the pain What
What I feel I can't say But my love is there for you anytime of day But if it's not love that you need Then I'll try my best to make everything succeed
The woman's found a place to go Where she's gone to nobody know But Martin's words are like wild fire Spreading fast as pine on the pyre Two down, one
I. No Separation Now there is no separation Standing in the culmination Of the very love we've never known Now that we are back together Striving
Bomb That Can't Explode This used to be mine you know Plenty of time and kindness overflowed It was all right, then overnight I was grown out of my
Twelve groups of stars Surrounding God's heaven Same as the tribes The twelve tribes of Israel Each hold a sign Surrounding God's presence Blurring
Neal Morse - Another World The tent of meeting at the center and the tribes are camped around With the banners of the living creatures sticking right
Who's that up the road? The man who went his own way Who wasted all his winnings Has he come home to stay? The son who'd lost his way Is back among the
Grace kept rolling off Like so much rain into a broken cup It stayed a while but soon was on its way Just like a prizefighter Who can hear the count but
Little Tommy's waitin' for someone to see That he's left his light on His Mamma cries herself to sleep in front of the old T.V. Since the man of the house
She was seventeen years, three months and seven days when she met THE ONE The novel that was her life had just begun But after six weeks it was already
Author of confusion you play inside my mind and I want to run But where can I hide? Author of confusion your aim is to confound 'til I do not know Which
I see a man with hair as white as wool Whose tongue's a sharp edged tool With feet like burning brass "Come", he says, "I'll be your guide of sorts
Sensitive boy, military father Both of them needing something very badly from the other They had no choice; they could not reach eachother Now the boy
Emma was the lawman and I was the brave We got in trouble, we'd never behave And we'd run around all morning and rest in the shade I remember where I
And in this place of gold The ancients walked this road There is no death There is no time There is a love unknown There is a scent of home A rainbow
A bridge that can span a hundred miles can break without warning You can put on your face, you can put on your smiles The strain is still showing You