face sometimes Did we ever get it right? We wait for the sign To realise if we force our fear of love With the past inside us We can live in silence
your face sometimes Did we ever get it right? We wait for the sign To realise if we force our fear of love With the past inside us We can live in silence
it was happening all over again Saturday, December 4th that night would become a grave That would crush my heart Joy and laughter exchanged for grief and silence
still shining One star the everlasting light So alone so lost inside to the end in paradise United victorious the hearts of our nation tonight In the dark December
to the shore of puzzled memories, torn and forgotten now forming just the silhouettes of a pale story I once heard. A tale about 999's last days in december
winter feeling It?s sucking me in Some days I can?t tell red from blue All I do Is think of you I?m like a soldier When the war is over Sad December
There was a banquet of believers When we walked into the room December days of Christmas Felt like days in June And there were morning light And sunrise
Wandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky. Fog invades the lands
I'm guessing that it's still the truth It's still the truth I've been waiting for the Cold of December It's hard to believe those days are gone And it
and stress way less for wealth now I'm still a soldier but I'm tryin to be one for Jehovah We in the Last Days and tha Last Days is almost over We all
star, the ever lasting light, So alone, so lost inside, to the ending paradise, United, victorious, the hearts of our nation tonight. In the dark December
pray for my health and stress way less for wealth now I'm still a soldier but I'm tryin to be one for Jehovah We in the Last Days and tha Last Days is
door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December
it was happening all over again saturday, december 4th that night woudl become a grave that would crush my heart joy and laughter exchanged for grief and silence
There was a banquet of believers when we walked into the room. December days of Christmas felt like days in June. And there were morning lights, and
