Take your face out that maskThis is all that I askThat you be, can you beReal to meLet me see them old scars,‘Cause they’re part of who you areAnd you ain’t come this farWithout pain I can see the way you standAnd the tremblin’Of your handsYou are a weakAnd weary manDon’t hide your brokenHeart from…
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Got Them Theme Park Blues
Rollercoaster, RollercoasterGive me a rideMake me highDrop me lowToss me toToss me fro Rollercoaster, RollercoasterHere’s an asideYou’re no journeyYou’re just a rideNo place to goNor abide Rollercoaster, RollercoasterI can’t decideYou make some fussWhile you go nowhereBut you wanna take usAnd that’s not fair Rollercoaster, RollercoasterMy nerves are friedI’ll sit this one outMy familiar friendI’ve no…
My Success Story
If success is a storyThen let me tell mineThough the road to gloryHas been a hard ride The money’s been tightAnd the troubles aplentyHadn’t it been for bad luckI’d not have had any I’ve been down more than upI’ve been out more than inI drain the bitter cupThen fill it again I’ve walked on glassWhen…
Mineral Wells
Hoppin’ trains on the east side of town Jumpin’ off on the west Playin’ flies and skinners in the sand Just tryin’ to live our best Dippin’, chewin’, spittin’ Walkin’ a country mile Hidin’ in the weeds at the drive-in For a glimpse of Walking Tall Stealin’ golf balls in the dark Cuttin’ ’em open…
INVICTUS! Or, Self-Reliance is Overrated – A Devotional | Morning Manna
MONDAY, DECEMBER 11, 2000SELF-RELIANCE IS OVERRATED I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all. Eccl….
The greatest love poem ever written, or How to say “I love you” so they won’t forget
Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote one of the most beautiful, transcendent, enduring love poems in all of human history: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace….
None Gave More (A Memorial Day poem)
Here’s to the boys Who died on unknown hills In unnamed battles Who rest in unmarked graves Whose near anonymous sacrifice Secured the safety And freedom Of untold millions To whom belongs The whispered but not unknown… And Eternal Glory Of the Widow’s mite. Jesus sat down near the collection box in the Temple and…