We keep thinking life is what it's not. We keep building this impossible facade. Why do we keep trying to turn people into gods. When God is in the people. God is in the people
The Fighter. . I should write down these words before I lose them. Or write here a song just to use them. Someday you may want to know who I am. . Beyond this facade. No guitar in my hand. No
But if we keep on trying. Though our purpose isn't clear. We just may move the universe. We'll learn to really care. Eventually the whole facade. Becomes more than a whim. By starting to build on
thefacade I want to reach out and believe him. Through his miles and miles of pain. But lately when I touch him. The boy feels strange But he speaks to me of business. When I ask him how he's been
glass. For stone this mountain can no longer pass. The confidence we shared has been a facade. I'm breaking out and leaving only the shards Formidable destruction surrounding me only looks. I bust
, that is true. But I'm stuck here like some shipwreck. Still holding on to you. But when they beat out the tramps. And patch up the slums, everything will be fine. There'll be a new facade for us to
