this town,
this place,
it can't be erased
for the memories
stuck in me
cut deep down
can't be traced
tears i've cried
laughs
sighs
all can't be imagined
cause only me,
myself,
and i,
can feel the pain.
ding, dong,
the bells are charming
ding, dong,
they whistle in the wind
ding, dong,
there cries are being heard across the city
farther more
and deeper sounds
within
ding, dong,
i hope you never loose sight
of the beauty of this colorful night
ding, dong,
im awakening your senses
ding, dong,
hope you never forget
the past is what it is
the future isn't planned
the present can only be done
ding, dong,
i hope your listening
ding, dong,
the bells are fading
Psalm 4:1
Answer me when I call to you, O my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; be merciful to me and hear my prayer.
Psalm 17:1
Hear, O LORD, my righteous plea; listen to my cry. Give ear to my prayer--it does not rise from deceitful lips.
