the rain stops; the city is shrouded in mist, but the sky is something else - a thousand miles of crystal clear ice, with a million pinpricks of lights frozen in their dance across the heavens.
Wednesday
i would be. frail.
Exposed beyond the shadows You take the cup from me Your dirt removes my blindness Your pain becomes my peace
2 comments:
I like Jars of Clay. Need more of their music.
Lifehouse has better lyrics imho. Poetry is what gets me in songs, because my perception of music is pretty bad.
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