, you won't be living To see the creator compiled of mineral and sea The choice of becoming what you need to be The choice of cradling the creation of mineral
pair of feet to stagger to my bed A heart of gold and fists of iron A tongue of silver that's bought me time Well I'm a mineral man stuck here in
All spangled up, glittering on There's a monster in the kitchen, his light's turned on Thanks for coming, it's meant a lot But you sure do know how to
Will you come and what will I say Oh I have been so distant and unhappy Like I could disappear When I was a boy I saw things That no one else could see
and the snow falls down melts before it even hits the ground and i'm standing here listening to the sound of your hand washing back and forth
The humble and righteous and meek Are teaching me who's will to seek But who really knows how to speak About these things Questions of where can he go
Lemonade stands and memories Of innocence and purity And the noonday sun at ninety degrees The things I carry with me The ice cream man at four or five
You woke me up in the morning To say, "He is risen." And I replied with a smile, "He is risen indeed." And somehow you always leave the room Alive with
Summer unfolded like a tapestry And you were there as you have always been There glowing where the sky meets with the trees Air softly crowing, singing
There I was, fourteen spinning With my arms out like a scarecrow Walking down Monroe to the park Dancing up Madison With my eyes closed your feet Sounding
I wouldn't mind if you took me in my sleep tonight I wouldn't even put up a fight I wouldn't care if you took it all away today I'm sure I wouldn't even
i remember little town and the big gray house with the burgundy door the lawn shaped like a boot and the boy who liked pretending that the island in
i drove all day through sun and fear to see you and to meet her with a hope stained heart and this promise in my head and it's good to know we haven
Ivadell you held is in your arms that day But look at how tiny me n' Matthew both were You so strong and full of grace What stories these pictures can
She stepped outside into the morning air To watch the cars go by and let the sun dry her hair I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was But I just stared
And always there is a picture of you and her Coming home happy from a vacation on the seas And you looked like a sailor With a tattoo of an anchor on
Time doesn't always heal It just breathes and swallows memories Like the seasons change Sending showers beating flowers Into the mud Helpless we are
There are blue skies in my dreams And laughter that seems unending There are green grass fields there And happiness and hope for tomorrow My cup is full