26 oktober 2011

These broken hands of mine - Joe Brooks

I am lost but try to find what it is in this life 
that gives me strength enough to fight for something more
Well, God knows my feet are aching and I've got mountains ahead to climb

The sky is grey, it clouds your world
Clear the air, child, break the mould
I find a place in your heart to build a shelter from this cold and winding road
Well, God knows you're barely standing but you've got to carry this heavy load

What if there's more?
What if there's more than this?
What if there's more out there?

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