I can almost see it
That dream I'm dreaming but
There's a voice inside my head sayin,
You'll never reach it,
Every step I'm taking,
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking but I
Got to keep trying
Got to keep my head held high
There's always going to be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose,
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
The struggles I'm facing,
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down but
No I'm not breaking
I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm going to remember most yeah
Just got to keep going
And I,
I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on, cause
There's always going to be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle,
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose,
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb (yeah)
Keep on moving
Keep climbing
Keep the faith baby
It's all about
It's all about
The climb
Keep the faith
Keep your faith
Whoa a oh oh
Monday, May 25, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Questions of the Heart
Questions of the Heart
by Marianne Liaw
The heart is a fragile things indeed
One gentle prick may cause it to bleed
If it is subjected to hurt again and again
Could it possibly endure this intolerable pain?
Is there no antidote, no potent cure?
Can a heart that is tainted ever be made pure?
Can past grievances be forgotten and completely erased?
Can the scars of the past disappear without a trace?
If a heart has been wounded, is there any relief?
Is there any escape from fear, sorrow or grief?
If one has been subjected to such ruthless betrayal
can he still trust that love will prevail?
A heart that lies bruised and broken
From painful words that have been carelessly spoken
Shattered into innumerable pieces
All scattered about in a million pieces
But believe these words for they are true
O wretched heart, there is hope yet for you
For though all else may eventually pass away
True love will persevere at the end of the day
by Marianne Liaw
The heart is a fragile things indeed
One gentle prick may cause it to bleed
If it is subjected to hurt again and again
Could it possibly endure this intolerable pain?
Is there no antidote, no potent cure?
Can a heart that is tainted ever be made pure?
Can past grievances be forgotten and completely erased?
Can the scars of the past disappear without a trace?
If a heart has been wounded, is there any relief?
Is there any escape from fear, sorrow or grief?
If one has been subjected to such ruthless betrayal
can he still trust that love will prevail?
A heart that lies bruised and broken
From painful words that have been carelessly spoken
Shattered into innumerable pieces
All scattered about in a million pieces
But believe these words for they are true
O wretched heart, there is hope yet for you
For though all else may eventually pass away
True love will persevere at the end of the day
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