I look at your eyes / and forget they have color.
I’ve checked the flights from here to there, / And there to here, of course (of course!) / I’m sighing, and my Soul’s laid bare.
Some bits and bytes of sound and light combine
July doesn’t change a thing.
What will the church do with us?
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risk brokenness to gain everything.
And lo, the clock chimes, dinner’s done
That skip in Jesus Christ Superstar will always have a special place: If you try, you’ll get by – try, you’ll get by – try, you’ll get by – try, you’ll get by… Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine…
Being inside isn’t so bad, as long as you’ve got windows. Right?
I had to shed and escape a deeply entrenched belief (and lie) that I was only worthy of love because of my value to others.
you can’t keep some “out” from Life in the end.
It’s my world that I want to take a little pride in, My world, and it’s not a place I have to hide in.
when I focus on myself, not others, the benefits flow to sons and mothers.
It’s time they – we… reinspect the throngs under the steeple.
Strings are for marionettes – Dead – Without a Master to pull them.
Another year – orbit the sun. Same as the ones I’ve muddled through?
That’s all I have to say about that.
trust me – my new was harder.
Early on, we knew what we had bought…