This weird feeling of hope washes over me,
when I see you day or night...
There's a black and orange animal.
He sadly lives in captivity...
Sunlight shines in the Vietnam sky,
As bullets rip through the golden air...
Turn my words up louder, I have something to say
Think about it, did you do something good today...
Spit shine the boots
they dress in green...
When I think back to that fateful day
I now have so much I would like to say...
Looking through the window,
I can feel the cool breeze...
You are corruptor
I'm a farmer...
A
Blade of...
I know it's long, but it's actually a pretty fast...
How closely do we wrap our faith and conviction in...
is it the things that determines who is our wife...
My never ending search
I search to the east...