Hidden thoughts that lie within the apathy of my own goal and dreams
I cry myself to sleep with all the insecurities of love and life itself
This big old rock
Has fallen smack in the middle of this road that I have sought for so long
And I wonderand I wonder
Will I make it through the thunder
And I pray the Lordhe carries me
With one set of footprints on the sea
The sands of my past life
I wonder
I sit and soak
My nerves are shot; my soul s a spongethe crutch I hold that keeps me up
I hold my feet up
As across the tracks I prayed good luck ??
And I wonderand I wonder
Will I make it through the thunder
And I pray the lordhe carries me
With one set of footprints on the sea
And the sands of my past life
I wonder
And I wonder
And I wonder
You say that sorrow is better than the happiness we re supposed to feel
Ohyou say that sorrow is better than the happiness we re supposed to feel
With a sad face the heart grows wiser
So call me the wise men
Because my sorrow rises well above as I grow oldermy shoulders wither
And I wonderand I wonder

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