Hardships!

Let them search for us We will not return for a while Let them call our names The wind will blow them back anyhow It's oh so sweet Your hair grown long oh shoulder long It's oh so sweet out there My back has turned strong Can we hide here forever Can

Artist: Jenny Wilson Title: Anchor Made Of Gold Box of matches and a pocket knife Some lumps of sugar this will save my life While my heart is full of confidence, my head is a mess I've got a golden anchor hanging round my neck I said, no I'm hauling

I have seen a lot, but not nearly all Roots grow together and then they part This is my way of saying goodbye I will never reach you Those lights became so bright, Time slowing down with every heartbeat left They say, there's another way I will never

Break it down into thousands of little pieces Just to build it up again, You are loved, still you break it down And try again, never really opened up Never really let someone in So you don't know the feeling We never share what we hide, after all Wak

The waves washed away what was left She grabbed us by the neck, and told us to feel no pain But with nothing left, your scars won't fade away They're pictures burned into your brain Now we only have ourselves And our eyes have seen death Will it, eve

There are things unspoken of Darker than you You left your pride The trust you've built I burned down The trust we've built I burned down Taken from a book Ripped from hearts And now it's torn apart Dead hands will embrace you Dead hands will embrace

Feed your hungry eyes On a different sight Everyday of your life Feel it in your chest Breathe it in Feel it in your chest Breathe it out When the sun sets We'll look at the sky Knowing that tomorrow We'll live it all again So let's focus on the thin

This ship has set it's sails Sailing in a dried out ocean Broken and burned We're high on the illusion Breathe in the conclusion Let them go, you're better off alone. The burnt skin, on our backs Just won't go away Set your mind on things worth Think

The Wooden Chair Jenny Wilson I sit here singing a song a song that'll make you sleepy Oh I sing a harsh hymn all through the night so I won't fall asleep Oh oh lil baby in my arms I am armed I'm standing in the line of fire My heart is beating It go

No more soap to clean my hands with No songs left for the choir Oh, no more stitches for the dress No more bread here left to bless I raise my hands they reach the sky Oh-ooh Ooooh-oh x 2 So I left my fading life I left my hands with an open door Lef

Frozen in time A Legend slowly dies A man made to Be remembered For his mistakes And not his hardships Time erases everything But the flaws in our lives Killed, yet full of life You're what they call The living dead What other people see Is what you

Don't touch it yet it's hot Your fingertips will fall off The kitchen's burning while I'm scraping the pots Come on now eat your food Cartridges fried and stewed This table has become a combat zone Sit down please be calm Let's load our weapons now T

I wanted to be born so I crawled out in the middle of the night Out of my mother I looked at the stars and I looked at the bushes then I crawled along the path Whistling* In a pair of dusty shoes I walked a long my youth I was left with a number of n

Old trees won't ask questions, Burnt down houses thirst for water, While stones dream of mountains Dead animals run in darkness Still you have the ocean in a glass of water While the sun on your burnt skin Even the sun will give in You will never be