Worthwhile piosenki

Sea breeze. Waves and trees sway. Clouds surround the City by the Bay. Two men. New friends. Fight the fog and wind to take a walk on this golden bridge. The last talk. The last laugh. You stood still after the first half. Now came the last glance to see that...

Swept from home to a place that doesn't call me one of its own. Time, just like the river, never flows the other way. Life is just a breath, it'll take everything it gave. Finding out this isn't you, I went 10,000 miles in another's shoes. This current has me...

Carry On Kid. Early spring. 1990. I'll never change. I'm an evergreen tree. A brother and a son. Nothing I did to be called a loved one. In my Sunday's best, I tried to sing with my soul. Desperately trying to fill this hole in my chest. A puddle of sweat wh...

Full hands and empty hearts. The first stay first, so the last play their parts. But the poor are treasures in this world. Riches are worthless just like words with no progress. Bright headlights. Retreating crimson dim. I knew my place, but I see his fac...

Out in the back, looking up at stars Talking about stuff much bigger than ourselves. Thanks for being Dad whose bags aren't packed, waiting by the door, Looking for the perfect time to go, like I've seen in so many other homes. I've come to believe you breed m...

After 5 years of fighting this. One autumn took on more meaning for us. Psalm 23 below the stairs. Around old photos, but your face will disappear. Earnest prayers and heartfelt tears on the field that night. They graced our ears. Your waves through the passen...

Ground is always there to catch my fall. I get up. Try to hold my own, but feeling all alone. I sank at such a quiet and young age. Innocence was stripped away. As a kid, I was forced to grow up in a single day. Hoping. Praying. Wishing. Dreaming of something...

Son, you are my song. Let's hear something beautiful. As you look upon your messy masterpiece, my heart beats one step ahead of my feet. "No guilt in life, no fear in death from life's first cry to final breath. No power of hell, no scheme of man can ever pluc...

I want to change the world, so scared to change myself. Old World. Old Tricks. Why can’t you speak cobblestone and bricks? A tall tale told from within jail. Gold, lust, crooked politics. Virtue and Vice. Men and mice. We sail to the edge to find paradise....

Trying to survive in a lonely world. The peaks are cold, and the valleys low. Steady rate to dissipate. It all gave way. City streets and parking lots, It's the same old scene in the same old spot. But when the stars come out, I think right back to home. That...

Those who cry out sink to the floor. The silent stand tall, but usually hurt more. "'Tis true my form is something odd, But blaming me is blaming God; Could I create myself anew I would not fail in pleasing you. If I could reach from pole to pole Or grasp the...