We try and try to make the life* ....
Only we know he could write....
And still we think…....
We hold the pen!....
This city sleeps not knowing....
What gifts we could be showing....
In your light....
I just can't seem to separate myself....
I should be giving all to you....
Give it away into your hands....
Are we the only ones left who say the things we say?....
Were you alone?....
Shocked without your faith ungrown?....
Were you a child of a broken home?....
Or just lost with your path never shown?....
Give it away into your hands....
Are we the only ones left who say the things we say?....
Give it away into your hands....
Are we the only ones left who say the things we say?....
So many ways of giving it away....
I didn't know i could go this far....
Now we've reached another mountain