Friday, January 28th, 2011
His hands were callused
Oh I am sure of that
From years of nails and hammers with his father
And his hands were dirty
I know they must have been
The times he healed blind eyes with mud and water
Chorus:
And though I have never seen him face to face
I can say this much I understand
I believe that he is holding...
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Sunday, November 7th, 2010
Photographs on the wall
Frozen in time we smile
Neatly hung in the hall
Moments caught like old hair styles
Summer trips far away
Homecoming King and Queen
But can these pictures really say
What happened in between
Chorus:
In between our finest days
And all the ones we waste away
In between the...
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