I get kissed by the sun each morning Put my feet on a hardwood floor I get to hear my children laughing Down the hall through the bedroom door Sometimes
Sometimes I stop Take a look at myself And realize just what I've done It's not that I'm better than It's just that I thought "I can." I played the odds
Pensaba que tenia todo Un mundo lleno de tesoros Exitos y adulacion Mas en la soledad del cuarto Un vacio ahogo mi canto El llanto acompano mi dolor Pedi
(Intro - Tshawe) that feelin' i get from your eyes, that feelin i get from your smile (verse 1 - Tshawe) not many people have been this blessed naw
he sits among the rest, buried in his seat. the clatter of the crowd is drowning out his speech. he turns to look at us, a mirror burned in deep. he wonders
I may never climb a mountain So I can see the world from there I may never ride the waves And taste the salty ocean air Or build a bridge That would
Spoken: I dream of being a doctor. I dream of being a pilot. I dream of being a soccer player. I dream of being a basketball player. I dream
Gypsy Girl, oh twisty pearl Sat upon the stoney pale mare Beltane Eve, by the fires you grieve With your deep Babylonian hair (chorus) Blessed Wild Apple
Bendito el lugar y el motivo de estar ahi Bendita la coincidencia Bendito el reloj que nos puso puntual ahi Bendita sea tu presencia Bendito Dios por
Loaded as the sun above, I dig myself Drinking washes the gray away, it kissed my brain Smoking makes me catch my breath I feel alone, now I feel my inner
Too many storms have passed your way And you're all washed out ?cause it rained on your parade Seems nobody cares about you anyway Now you're living your
Here in the silence I say a prayer Though I've never seen you somehow I know you're there You're in the faces of the people that I meet You're as silent
David Hinds Blessed Is The Man That Walketh Not In The Council Of The Ungodly His mercy endureth forever To turn my back on JAH I will never never
Corcovado parted the sky And through the darkness on us He shined Crucified in stone, still His blood is my own Glory behold, all my eyes have seen, have
I changed my mind and looked no better Hard of heart, blind, blind to his higher art My frustration, my anger in disguise I slip under I slip under quiet
Hey you, you're a child in my head You haven't walked yet Your first words have yet to be said But I swear you'll be blessed I know you're still just
Blessed are you who are poor in spirit Blessed are you who are pure in heart For we will sing forever, one day Blessed are you who are meek and gentle
Only the old ones remember the night of the holy rain the Earth flowed with milk flowed with blood-red wine flowed with the nectar of bees Only the old