Tradução: Konings, Corrie. Tráeme una sensación muy especial de.
There are smiles on the faces, Of the people passing by. There are scars on their hearts, That they hide. Faithful and fragile, Doubting their path
I bowed my head I fold my hands I cussed I cried Tried to understand I?m waiting for the day I break these chains Ain?t nothing gonna be the same It?
I know you're hurtin Bet you're lonesome to the bone We've all had long nights Lord knows I've had my own Even when you, you can't see it Even if you
