Dear lord
Here I am on my knees praying...
when you moved too fast for me to see,
i thought you were constant...
You never dance anymore
Though you know that you can move...
They come bearing gifts,
flowers, wreaths...
We came, we fell
a battle call...
I love the days when i come to your class
the lessons just seem to go so fast...
As sunshine rays do come to bless the day
I pray that Midas touch may find your way...
Morning has broken
There's no afternoon...
Silence is often portrayed as pure gold
a chain necklace...
In this green and pleasant land
Where men of honour take their stand...
Title.. Little heart
A heart...
With every relationship
we take baggage with us...