Blessings
Can I have a quick talk?
This pace is more a run then a walk
Outline my thoughts in chalk
Feeling Dead upon arrival
Is your cup half empty or half full?
Asks the man with his hand on my shoulder
And the room suddenly grows colder
I can hear the Sunday bells echo their ringing
I can hear the church choir...
This pace is more a run then a walk
Outline my thoughts in chalk
Feeling Dead upon arrival
Is your cup half empty or half full?
Asks the man with his hand on my shoulder
And the room suddenly grows colder
I can hear the Sunday bells echo their ringing
I can hear the church choir...