Nothing makes me lose my cool like Toy packaging Ask the kids to leave the room for Toy packaging I have no choice the money's spent I've worked for
When I am down and need to cry till morning, I know just where I am going. When I'm in need of sweet commiseration To speak out loud. Raise a glass to
love i made it mine i made it small i made it blind i followed heart only to find it wasn't love it wasn't love love of songs in pen oh love of movie
When I stand before the Lord, I'll be standing alone This journey is my own Still I want mans advice, and I need mans approval This journey is my own
So many words to say, but I'm opting for silence So many days to live, I thinking I'm sitting this one out 'Cause something I've been chasing finally
You live your life like a tornado Destruction follows everywhere you go And you have no plans to stop or slow Oh I will not let this bitter root grow
I have a friend who just turned eighty-eight And she just shared with me that she's afraid of dying I sit here years from her experience And try to bring
Call it what you will, I call it rain When troubles come and pain against my soul Go in if you like, I will remain And let the washing waters make me
Oh I'm trying to work things out I'm trying to comprehend Am I the chance result Of some great accident? I hear a rhythm call me The echo of a grand
I don't have to cry anymore I don't have to worry about what's in store I've walked that road, exhausted and poor I don't have to cry anymore And I don
Disenchanted love and an intimacy that?s broken A symbol of all trust used to self gratify In the middle of it all, Solomon is singing You are my bride
If time were ever to wear You away And circumstance should bind me If age should bring a dark night on my soul If fear and doubt should bind me Please
So proud and excited that I by myself Have reached such a lofty place I took the last step toward my ultimate goal But clumsily fell on my face I opened
It's been a hard year But I'm climbing out of the rubble These lessons are hard Healing changes are subtle But every day it's less like tearing, more
Remember surrender, remember the rest Remember that weight lifting off of your chest And realizing that it's not up to you and it never was Remember
There's always just one more thing There's always another task There's always, I just have One more small favor to ask Everything is urgent And everything
You will lose your baby teeth At times, you'll lose your faith in me You will lose a lot of things You cannot lose my love You may lose your appetite
Why do I pray? Do I pray to say I prayed an hour? Why do I love? Do I want you beholden to me? Why do I help? Do I help to hear my name called out?