Friday, 14 August 2009

• pause and listen.

  "There’s an outcry in the streets
  Where the outcasts walk the beats
  And all the widows and black sheep lay their souls down low to sleep
  And I can hardly find the means
  For all the words I mean to speak
  But still this fire inside of me
  Seems too much for me alone to keep
  But now the writing’s on the wall
  Forgotten cry all kids
  Will you send a prayer for me?
  Will you help me to stand?
  Because I know what it’s like"
  -Mat Kearney
  

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