If This Is Not A Place. . .
If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Yep! I think I already left comments about this game down under your sign from God, just in case you didn't find them there.
ReplyDeleteHey - - - did you 'sneak' into my blog without even leaving a comment to let me know you were there? SOMEONE from Hayward WI visited it this afternoon around 4:30. (Site Meter tells me WHERE the visits come from, but not WHO the visitors are)
dON'T FEEL BAD mARK, i CHEWED MY FINGERNAILS DOWN DURING THE LOINS LOSS THIS WEEK. oH WELL THEY GET IN THE WAY OF MY GUITAR PLAYING,
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Yeah! It was nice to not have to pull one out in the last 30 seconds for once.
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