Tired little souls working in, working out,
Never do they have time to life live-out...
Do you belive in angels,
Sent from god alone...
Sunday marked 21 months since my dad passed away...
I have hope and peace, Yes I do...
Who can you trust when you just don't know
When someone's for real or if its all just a show...
Whatever your cross,
whatever your pain...
Here he sits
in his basement...
You look up to the sky
and you see nothing but clouds...
NIGHTS AND MORNINGS
MORNINGS AND NIGHTS...
Whatever your cross,
whatever your pain...
If you could see inside my soul
I'm afraid you'd turn away...
We long for the kiss of reconciliation
Far from the reach of undue humiliation...
A tangle of uncertainties
Now breathes upon my heart...