Categories: uncategorized
Date: 10 April 2007 01:11:56
east to west by audacity
theres a little boy who has to leave the landing light turned on
praying in his innocence that God will him strong
and theres a little girl trying to figue it out, if she is a rag doll or a daughter
hoping that some day she will find love
from east to west, we are your children
from east to west to you we cry
from east to west, we're drawn together
like a curtained closed against the winter night
theres a man on the street, with his cap in his hand, hoping pennies will rain from heaven
even though the weatherman, he said it will stay dry
and theres a woman who rides every morning at 8, on the Lichfield to New Street line
and though she is dying inside if you ask how she is, she will always say she is fine
from east to west, we are your children
from east to west to you we cry
from east to west, we're drawn together
like a curtained closed against the winter night
theres a man speaking on a hill side, and the crowd hang on every word
theres a man in a fishing boat who the wind and waves have heard
theres a man on a roman cross, betrayed by a best friends kiss
what kind of man? what kind of love is this?
from east to west, we are your children
from east to west to you we cry
from east to west, we're drawn together
like a curtained closed against the winter night
we're drawn together ...
(I was going through my cd collection at my parents house earlier this evening and I found a cd I had thought about last week. This cd is a cd by a group of people who used to go visit schools and churches. I came across them in school. And went to their concert. Turned up slightly worse for wear. No more details, however, I was touched in a mighty way, and through them and this song particulary started on the journey of discovery. It still touches me, the song, the words, to this day)