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Friday, May 15, 2009
I'll Move On

This road that I'm taking twists and turns
My life my chance turning dreams into reality
Down this path faced with many things
Sometimes I feel like giving up and turn away

Can't seem to go on
And I've been thru' this before
Now where am I?
Where do I stand?
A little lost here
But I'll remember
All those times you've bought me through
I'd be a fool to give up cos' the goal is near

I'll move on I'll go on
Lord I will take your hand
And you will guide me along
Survive thru' this storm
So I say come what may
I'll hold on to my hope
Yes I will walk down this road
And my passion drive will lead me on

Here I am Once again caught in the rain
Looking back I've come so far and I want to carry on
Take a step at a time it's alright
Even through this rain
I want to smile again

Don't hold back now
And I've been thru' this before
Now where am I?
Where do I stand?
A little lost here
But I'll remember
All those times you've bought me thru'
I can feel the sun shining down on me

Here I am Here I am
Lord I will take your hand
And you will guide me along
Survive thru' this storm
So I say come what may
I'll hold on to my hope
Yes I will walk down this road
And my passion drive will lead me on


8:26 AM

WEI

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.