I have been scarred so deep by life and cold despair, and brittle bones were broken far beyond repair. I have leveled lies so deep, the truth may never
Father Abraham Do you remember when You were called to a land And didn?t know the way ?Cause we are wandering In a foreign land We are children of the
Tradução: Peterson, Andrew. Tierras lejanas.
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We touched down on the sound At the top of the world In the land of the midnight sun Where the frozen river melts away And breaks into a run Into the
Open the door and run outside Your little boy heart alive Into the morning light Into the deep and wide Dinosaur bones in the flowerbed Rockets in the
Yesterday we drove all night to Pittsburgh Jamie laid her head down in the back My little boys asleep beside their sister They?re the best I have I
My uncle?s in the county jail His time is on his hands He knows he chose a barren cell Over a fair and fertile land He took another hit He hit another
This is not the end here at this grave This is just a hole that someone made Every hole was made to fill And every heart can feel it still-- Our nature
I suppose you could lay me down to die in Illinois Bury me beneath the rows of corn Or in-between the maple trees I climbed on as a boy Where in the
I met the queen of Iowa She was dying on a couch in the suburbs And with all of the things she was dying of She was more alive than the others She was
There is no road to bear me from my sorrow No healing that is deeper than this hurt My heart is gone away across the water To the bright, undying shores
I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot I am the scattered seed that fell along the path I am the son who ran away I am the bitter son who stayed
Father Abraham Do you remember when You were called to a land And didn?t know the way ?Cause we are wandering In a foreign land We are children of