ground Where I drop to my knees The sun sinks in into the tress As the night sinks its teeth into me I?m falling to my knees
I've given up on making this life my home. In the fullness of your glory is beyond my comprehension. There's no greater joy then being with you my King
soon dismiss My heart is not a place that I call home I just want to be alone Still alone In the darkness of my room Staring out between my blinds Watching
up all the pieces to my broken heart, to decide what's right and wrong, When the people that you love are gone, when this house is just not a home, I
to pick up all the peices to my broken heart To decide whats right and wrong But when the people that you love are gone Well this house just not a home
can still hear your screams as if it was happening all over again saturday, december 4th that night woudl become a grave that would crush my heart joy
home where they belong Home, to tear the Temples down... Home, to change... VI. Soliloquy ... "I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my
be where you are Take my hand and I will never give up hope You inhabit my heart 4. Home © Vigoda 1993 I am holding something precious It is mine, but not my
Does it feel like Christmas in Hollywood? Does it feel like, we're ever going to make it home? Burn, baby burn, strung out on a wire Heart in a cage
prayed nights For the Lord just to send me home some sign I've looked long, I've looked far To bring peace to my black and empty heart My love will
I've given up on making this life my home Oh, in the fullness of Your glory Is beyond my comprehension There's no greater joy than being with You, my
, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached). Amidst the dying candle-light, I sit forlorn, alone, a space once filled with laughter bright, the place my heart called home
the home where they belong Home, to tear the Temples down... Home, to change... VI. Soliloquy ... "I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my
send me home some sign I've looked long, I've looked far To bring peace to my black and empty heart Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, aaaaaah ! My love will
can still hear your screams as if it was happening all over again Saturday, December 4th that night would become a grave That would crush my heart Joy
changed A shoulder to lean on and then break/embrace I'm barely breathing with my status day to day Caught off guard by innocence I cross my heart you
with me, it's just in my nature If you don't wanna hear the real then I ain't finna make ya You just keep hearing what's coming from them incinerators
hear cannot again return home razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my head's made me bolder, will you kindly read
