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Δευτέρα, 31 Οκτωβρίου 2011

hands...

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own

And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know


But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray


My hands are small I know


But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know


But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes.....








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Δευτέρα, 17 Οκτωβρίου 2011

who i am...who i 'am not..


found God
On the corner of First and Amistad
Where the west
Was all but won
All alone
Smoking his last cigarette
I said “where you been”
He said “ask anything”


Where were you
When everything was falling apart
All my days
Were spent by the telephone
It never rang
And all I needed was a call
It never came
To the corner of First and Amistad....
in the end
everyone ends up alone
losing her
the only one who has ever know
who i am
who ian i'am not
who i want to be
no way to know how lost you will be next to me...




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