within my hand My soul grows stronger starts to uncover To resurrect my faith There is my faith, beneath that shadow Coming down with the rush of storm Trying with all my mental powers Faith
t have to be, Too busy focusing on ourselves and not His Majesty, There has to be some type of change for this day and age, We gotta rearrange and flip
Distance and space allow emotions to age into faith Our bodies may end up alone but close Are you there can you hear me Are you there can you feel me
(feat. Ludacris) (Spoken) Mama always told me Baby you gotta walk by faith And not by sight Real talk You gotta listen Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh Ooh, yeah
(feat. Ludacris) Mama always told me Baby, you gotta walk by faith And not by sight Real talk, you gotta listen Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, yeah Oh
to everything And the feeling of estrangement's Creeping up on spider's legs Even in these days of wonder, even in the age of faith There are some who
close to everything And the feeling of estrangement's Creeping up on spider's legs Even in these days of wonder Even in the age of faith There are some
and ten counts of treason They can pass judgements while I plead Ignorance self defense dollars pounds and pence Because we live inside the age feelings
They say it's not becoming For a boy my age If you want to know what makes me sad Well it's hope, the endurance of faith A battle that lasts a lifetime
of them all alone in the dark So I laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a queen She said I kissed her different, that all the men her age were
power anymore CHORUS Don't believe in yourself Don't deceive with belief Knowledge comes with death's release I'm not a prophet or a stone age
I was supposed to be an image of your soul (every yesterday) But I was born of another blinded faith (starting to push away) Every fiber of my frame
? Christopher tell me how to bind to light After life I?m bound Follow my voice Remember my tone Calling you home As I grow older, do you age? Am I bitter
Do you pray to someone new When you're locked up in the rock Is the golden age dead and gone Are the hands stuck on the clock Can you talk to Buddy's
raised a proper, I guess life just bugged him And he found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived by A running gun youngster in a sad restless age
you will see Life is like a roundabout, a kind of LSD Turn around, have faith in all the changes Turn around and you will feel No more age of loneliness
and you will see Life is like a roundabout, a kind of LSD Turn around, have faith in all the changes Turn around and you will feel No more age of loneliness
