Love, oh don't we know How can the river flow without you Warming like the sand upon the land How can we doubt you? Dark to me the night And dim the
Oh, come all you young fellers, young and so fine Seek not your fortune in the dark dreary mine It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul Till the stream
Yes I have two tickets to the NAACP Awards The Image Awards Secret Servicemen, you can sit down My seats are in the front row, I hate to be so arrogant
Yeah, this is a story That there are deep situations everybody go through in life (It's something that we go through) You know it's that inside part of
Deep and dark are my true love's eyes, Blacker still is the winter's turning, As the sadness of parting proves. And brighter now is the lantern burning
Oh yeah, it started today in a cloud If I was the sun I would shout I've got so much shining left before I'm out Yeah, it began with a spark then a flame
Y'all been eatin' long enough, now stop bein' greedy Just keep it real partner, give to the needy Grips is touchy, so don't make me wait Fuck around and
Ruff Ryders, you know Here we go again, baby, here we go again, f*** right Dark Man X, baby, dog for life, for life, for life When I say D M, y'all say
Walking alone inside my world Thinking I'm doing the right thing Destroying all that appears before me It was all done...in vain Wanna get through violence
My dark sweet lady You really got to be You gave me everything I've really fallen You came and helped me through When I'd let go You came from out the
Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder Where my life will lead me waiting to pass under Sleep's dark and silent gate I found my love too late Running
The darkest hour is just before dawn The narrow way leads home Lay down your soul at Jesus' feet The darkest hour is just before dawn The
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In the real dark night of the soul It's always 3 a.m. It's always darkest before the dawn It never dawned on me At my weakest I'm pretending to be
I want to sleep the dream of the apples To withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries I want to sleep the dream of that child Who wanted to cut his heart
A Dark Dream Yes, It is a Dark Dream, and coldful hatred hidden behind it... I'm still dreaming, I've been getting stronger, because of this dream for
Life takes root in the deepest, dark ground Where bones, blood and honor have been trampled down And beaten like ponies and driven to town When reason
I got the dark night blues I'm feeling awful bad I got the dark night blues Mama, I'm feeling awful bad That's the worst ol' feeling That a good man have