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House I can't follow any callings. They say church is god's house. Not a very good host, seems to be never home. Don't worship false idols. Everything needs idolization. In such words god is everything. Some say many ways differently, all leading to the same destination. I am god, that is who god wants me to be. I walk many footprints only to leave behind my own. If I live, I will surly die! No ghost or demon fears me as I fear myself. Face them to escape, escape to be saved. ...

I'd weep, but my tears hold back The words they can no longer speak what they meant to say doesn't matter any way chorus: once again, if that's alright dream this life, just to see your sight once again. To hold you close let you go Just wanted you to know My mind for words have fallen turned my voice from calling I love you chorus: once again, if that's alright dream this life, just to hold you in my arms once again I smile I know where you're going see your smile clouds are pouring It may r...

There's a road that I follow, It follows me home. I have gone around in circles, in search of what I know. Take me home, down that road, gone in circles, lost way home. I have found a place among us that I only know. Many times I have struggled, for something I call my own. I will soon be upon you happy to be home. chorus: On the road, on the road many miles alone On the road, on the road on my way home On the road, on the road many miles from home On the road, on the road o place to go. Down...

She gazed into moonlight, looking for comfort, her fathers eyes looked away. Seen his son, staring down bottle's barrel. Foolishly, father grabbed trigger down bottle went. Phone rang, mother calling in, no one answered. We stood there, eyes open, mouth dropped, phone singing. What just happened? Silence surprising, we heard nothing. Broken echos glass. We knew that shotgun blast. My brother's drink now in the past. Barely move right hand

She gazed into moonlight, looking for comfort, her fathers eyes looked away. Seen his son, staring down bottle's barrel. Foolishly, father grabbed trigger down bottle went. Phone rang, mother calling in, no one answered. We stood there, eyes open, mouth dropped, phone singing. What just happened? Silence surprising, we heard nothing. Broken echos glass. We knew that shotgun blast. My brother's drink now in the past. Can barely move that hand