YES FORTUNATELY AND UNFORTUNATELY I AM A SANDY SURVIVOR
JUST SEEKING IF ANY PAST FRIENDS ARE AROUND ANYMORE AND
MAYBE MEETING NEW PEOPLE ALONG THE WAY.
MIGHT CLICK OR EVEN HAVE A CONNECTION......
FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME
ALWAYS GOOD TO KNOW PEOPLE....
IM ON THE RIGHT ON LFET IS MR MYRON MIXON (PIT MASTER)
I was reading today,
it had said that alcohol can make you do crazy ass things
well,
i said that's it for me,
no more reading!!!!!
High on this mountain The clouds down below I'm feeling so strong and alive From this rocky perch I'll continue to search For the wind And the snow And the sky I want a lover I want some friends And I want to live in the sun And I want to do all the things that i Never have done.
Sunny bright mornings And pale moonlit nights Keep me from feeling alone Now, I'm learning to fly And this freedom is like Nothing that I've ever known I've seen the bottom And I've been on top But mostly I've lived in between And where do you go When you get to the end of Your dream?
Off in the nether lands I heard a sound Like the beating of heavenly wings And deep in my brain I can hear a refrain Of my soul as she rises and sings Anthems to glory and Anthems to love and Hymns filled with early delight Like the songs that the darkness Composes to worship the light.
Once in a vision I came on some woods And stood at a fork in the road My choices were clear Yet I froze with the fear Of not knowing which way to go One road was simple Acceptance of life The other road offered sweet peace When I made my decision My vision became my release.
A king without a sword, a land without a king, Truth without a voice, one song left to sing... One song to sing
A wise man told me there's something you should know, The way you judge a man, is you look into his soul, And you'll soon see everything
A voice from the past cried give peace a chance, He paid our price, now he's free at last, And imagine, we called him a dreamer
How many times must good men die, How many tears will the children cry, 'Til we suffer no more sadness, Stop the madness, oh, stop the madness.....
If ashes are ashes and dust is dust, And our journey is ended, then return we must To the sands of the shore
White doves in flight, peace to all But tell me why the peacemakers fall, Must we bury any more....
A hush stilled the crowd as the horse rode by, A black-laced veil hid the tears from our eyes, And we all wept in sobs
How many times must good men die How many times will their children cry 'Til we suffer no more sadness Oh, stop the madness, oh, stop all the madness....
"Danny Joe Brown"
TIS THE STREETS IN THE CITY OF ANGELS TELLING YEARS OF MY LIFE THERES STILL SOME DREAMS THAT I KNOW WILL COME TRUE, ITS JUST A MATTER OF TIME
I HITCHED A RIDE OUT OF A RAILWAY STATION, NOTHING LEFT BUT MY PRIDE WATCHED THE CITY LIGHTS FADING AWAY, GOTTA THANK GOD I GOT OUT ALIVE AND THEN THERE'S TIMES I FEEL IT'S GRIP, TRYING TO DRAG ME BACK AGAIN
I FOUND MYSELF IN THE CITY OF MIRRORS, EMPTY POCKETS, HARD TIMES REACHING DEEP, TRYING TO BURRY MY FEARS, TO FIND THE STRENGTH TO SURVIVE AND YET AT NIGHT I HEAR THE CALL, AND I KNOW ILL TRY AGAIN
I HEAR A VOICE, I HEAR A MAN SCREAMING ALOUD AGAIN AND AGAIN I WON'T GIVE IN, I WON'T TAKE THE FALL NOTHING COMES EASY, NOTHING COMES FREE NOTHING AT ALL
IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE WE RUN AROUND THE WORLD LIKE BEGGARS AND THEIVES, ITS JUST SO HARD TO BELIEVE, WE ALL LIVE OUR LIVES LIKE BEGGARS AND THEIVES.........
And now, the end is here And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and ev'ry highway And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way, "Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"
For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!
