their angry dreams Restless Spirits, thoughts arise from the porcelain shuttered rooms they shift and glide The Dawn becomes lighter for the Weeping of the Spirits
Translation: Virgin Steele. Weeping Of The Spirits.
angry dreams Restless Spirits, thoughts arise from the porcelain shuttered rooms they shift and glide The Dawn becomes lighter for the Weeping of the Spirits
's so sad and so strong You gave me a story you gave me a song When he played is guitar she would weep My love So one rainy day that spirit took flight
who you are, little star Never forget how to dream, butterfly God gave a present to me Made of flesh and bones My life, my soul You make my spirit whole
America Broken down in the bowels of America Sinking in the garbage of America Stuck in the brain of America Suffering in the body of America lying in the wicked spirit
don't you weep my little man Go to sleep my little man Don't you weep my little man You got to be my little man So don't you weep my little man Go to
That is where my mother's sleeping In the cold and silent ground I was young but I remember When the night my mother died There I saw her spirit fading
God Open our spirits to awe who You are Put a cry in us so deep inside That we cannot find the words we need We just weep and cry out to You Salvation
and hands Yet upon the Cross I heard Him pray, "Father, forgive them" Never have I seen such love in any other eyes "Into Thy hands I commit my spirit
weep The children cannot comprehend But when there is a promised land The brave will go and others follow The beauty of the human spirit Is the
spirit of the age The voices heard of weeping and of wailing History speaks of it on every page Of innocent and helpless little babies Offerings to the spirit
've got to beware Don't let it look you in the eye, boy, weeping widow Weeping widow, spend your leisure In your castle full of pleasure When his spirit
calling back my spirit from you, I??¦ calling back what is my own. Something has been burning in me, churning in me, turning in me Something has been weeping
Neal and his fair young bride They had ventured all on that bounding ship That danced on the silvery tide And his heart was young, and his spirit light
was overflowing And I say La la la la la La la la la la la The day was so long and the night was still And you kept coming over To my hill I would weep