I'm so sick of time passing by. Tired of it leaving me behind. Looking out the window. Watching summer turn to winter. Looking at my wife look theirs a grey hair. Waving it off what's the bother to late to care. I'm just a simple man with good intentions. Another farmer that has been a father. I'm keep getting older as my young keep growing. All my children are anxious for a license. I just to tale a little breather when these times have hit my family. This turn of earth just keeps on changing. I know this is how it goes.

Chorus I didn't sketch this out I didn't create it. Just lucky enough to have it be given. From carnival rides to baseball diamonds. The preachers sermon. To the New York mountains. And all the rest I haven't forgotten. All the little that tells me I exist. I've known them the best.

I just want to remember everything as it was. But I guess the world has different plans for us. Each day i get older as the children keep growing. I think back about when I wasmy childrenjust in different shoes. Thanking God about what's come true.Then i pray for the youth of this nation cause I know that there ain't no future without them to.Asking God in the night if hes *** to answer my requests. Every turn i make on my knees he answers with a politeyes.I know hes listening. When i whisper.

Chorus I didn't sketch this out I didn't create it. Just lucky enough to have it be given. Yes along grace had had it priviliges. From carnival rides to baseball diamonds. The preachers sermon. To the New York mountains. And all the rest I haven't forgotten. All the little that tells me I exist. I've known them the best.

I'm thankful That the USA belongs to you and me. I love to live this life. In America Been born to love. With my brothers and sisters standing by. All the family members that are still alive. Thankful that they stand for my support.

ChorusI didn't sketch this out I didn't create it. Just lucky enough to have it be given. From carnival rides to baseball diamonds. The preachers sermon. To the New York mountains. And the rest man if havent forgotten. All the little blessingsthat tells me I exist. I've known them the best.

Tried to make itbig thought I could play by the books. Now I look back and laugh at it now. I guess Gods got a way of showing his grace. I've got my past and I've hadmy hauntings. But at least I know I've also been forgiven. Man I love my wifes eyes. Like the blue sunrise. Man I love this life. Been livin on love all along.

Chorus I didn't sketch this out I didn't create it. Just lucky enough to have it be given. From carnival rides to baseball diamonds.To the preachers sermon andthe New York mountains.Much more memories I haven't forgotten.The beatifulness and walking on the beach. This little thingstell me that ive had full life. And im lovin it. My family of faith that i have raised I've known them the best.

Oh And when I'm feeble and old and my bones can't hold.Wont even know who brought the bed below thatis soft on my head. God taps on my shoulder and tells me it's over. I just got to walk through the gates of splender. A place known as heaven. With My last breathes Ill tell him gladly, I have loved this life. Been livin to love everyone.

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When I was 16
I thought love was a miracle.
Stars aligning and a lightning strike.
I just had to wait,
be in the right place -
a classroom, a gym class, a Target -
and my hair and my body and my acne and  and my teeth and my body and my body and my body,
wouldn't matter.
I would know what it felt like
to be happy.

When I was 18
I thought love was a cure.
I developed an aching.
A gnawing emptiness;
and I couldn't tell where I began anymore.
Like a moss on a rock,
sadness made my body a home and
my tears kept it growing.
Growing,
Growing-
gone.
I was tragedy
and love, of course Love,
would save me.

When I was 20
I thought love was a game.
I fell in love with a someone
who never wanted to love me.
The pain was...
excruciating -
and I had never felt more alive.
It was the thrill of strategy, you see.
Get a little skinnier,
buy a better bra,
send drunk texts that you
can blame on blacking out,
flirt with other men,
touch other men,
kiss other men,
lay with other men.
Lose yourself in other men.
Lose the game.
I learned that love was never meant
for playing.

When I met you
I thought love was fear.
Loving you was
like holding a butterfly
too tight - killing it
when you were only
trying to keep it safe.
You, you, you,
beautiful and honest and fierce,
you loved me like answering a prayer.
I loved you like a nightmare.
The fear was suffocating.
and we had to die
before I could wake.
Honey,
I am awake now.

Today I love you
and this love is
river water flowing,
even breathing.
Steady.
Love is trust.
(Don't mind my shaking hands, darling.
I'm not scared, this is just a reflex.)
You are the definition of risk and reward and I do love you so.
I love you determined, I love you brave, I love you happily.
You are the calm and the reality and the quiet observer andthe  hand to hold.
I am the hurricane and the optimist and the hand-shaker and the declaration of love.
We are not the same but
I am 22 and,
I think
I believe
I know,
we are love.

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They all sing the same song
After the goat pan
Of the empty crown has gone
It came another song
The chorus is about the ism
It is not a schism but his sister Racism
Daughter of the god Race
The wind has turned its sails
Lead the kids to the colors show
Another rainbow war
The deaf& blind go elsewhere
Who conducts the orchestra
The shepherd So and Bros
Moloch sons devils men as usual
What is the point
Start a discord fire
Keep the crowd occupied
The wa... must burst
I missed R andthe next double L
The berlin wa.. had fallen
Once Rostropovich played
A Bach sonata
The crystal night memory
The king's advisor has
Decided that plan
Bring down the east
After we will see the rest of the plan
Oh west
Moloch stands
The end is on your way
The devil's dream
Is still alive
The crowd
Precious wood
For the fire
The devil's dream
It's just a song
It is rude to sing a complaint
Shut up and die.
I did not mean to hurt someone
But i don't bear the devil's choral
I appreciate the soprano voice
it's boring to hear
The same aria!
What is the next song
The dream of the globalize choir
An electronicandroids people
I know it could be the last song
I will be died at that time
As now hey ! you
The pandemie has gone
Are you alive ?
If so every one should
Sings his own song .