Went and sold everything that i own erased the name i scribbled down on my front porch door got some money, let’s see how far it can take me catch me running like a boy in these streets a new life for me pulling up in the pitch black night, to fill my ride a stranger says “don’t go...

A broken heart that followed me from bruges, belgium to national harbor, md and back.

(verse 1) laying on the bathroom floor, feeling broken. Tried to get up once more, but it's hopeless. With my back against the door, i hear your knocking, saying please forgive me. I did once but not twice or even the third time i lost my voice thinking i would be fine if i numb the pain pretend...

New wave music from the uk.

Track 11 of julie nickell live worship

Sister lisa is taken from my first cd, 'nowhere is here'