evening another chilly day., i stayed in did laundry., plus made meatloaf with all the fixing for dinner., how's your day going., see you in the morning going to watch patriots game.
The wind is moving but I am standing still A life of pages waiting to be filled A heart that's hopeful, a head that's full of dreams But this becoming is harder than it seems Feels like I'm
Looking for a reason Roaming through the night to find My place in this world My place in this world Not a lot to lean on I need Your light to help me find My place in this world My place in this world
If there are millions down on their knees Among the many, can You still hear me? Hear me asking, "Where do I belong?" Is there a vision that I can call my own?
