Lee Ann Womack’s song, “I Hope You Dance”: I hope you still feel small/ When you stand by the ocean/ Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens/ Promise me you’ll give faith a fighting chance/ And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance/ I hope you dance, I hope you dance”
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“Lean on me when you’re not strong, and I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on. For it won’t be long till I’m gonna need somebody to lean on.” – Bill Withers
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“What do you stand for? Tell me now, what do you stand for? So sing your song with the highest choir; preach from the top of the world. Share your voice. Admiration of the highest degree. I’m washing my hands of this and leaving it all behind. I’ll wash my hands. And leave it behind.” – The Ghost Inside
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“Jesus’ words in today’s Gospel bring me back to my youth and remind me of a song we used to sing in my home parish at Wadowice. The words of that song are very simple, but at the same time very profound: Come, Holy Spirit, we stand in need of your grace. Make us grow in the heavenly knowledge you […]
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“Close to the Edge” by the band Yes. “Down at the end, round by the corner. Close to the edge, just by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down. Now that it’s all over and done, now that you find, now that you’re whole.”
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On White Wings I Fly (For Misha Collins) (Parody of Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive”) by, Melissa R. Mendelson It’s always the same, only the monsters will change Everyday seems like the heroes are fading away Another catastrophe, where Hope is losing hold I’d fly all night just to be by their side Chorus: I’m […]
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Shut – By, Melissa R. Mendelson White porcelain faces in this river that I still drown in, pulled under by their world. Painted eyes closed and plastic smiles, their faces drift by as I continue to struggle to stand. Chorus: Will you see me? Will you open your eyes? Can you take me in? Let me be […]
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My Poor Mother’s Country Land by, Melissa R. Mendelson Green earth sways and rolls. This is my mother’s home, But mother, please forgive me. They don’t know the wrong they’ve done. Blue skies have fallen. The gray clouds have come, And here comes the thunder, Rolling in, Screaming at all they’ve done. Chorus: What have they done? […]
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