My soul is ready to leave this ceiling & go
Take the roof right off this trifling town
How far can you throw a small stone?
It takes a mile to survive if you're all alone.
It takes a herculean task
To break a window, I want my own thrown,
I want my own home
I want to cry and at times space to bemoan.
I want my own home
Don't tell me everything I say is overblown
My soul is ready to leave this ceiling & go
My heart is ready to break like a herringbone.
Don't tell me everything is just a stepping stone
Oh, I'm sinking I'm drowning
And you aren't helping, blowing your own trombone
I just need to stand up, stand up alone.
How far can you throw a small stone?
It takes a mile to survive if you're all alone.
It takes a herculean task
To break a window, I want my own thrown,
I want my own home
I want to cry and at times space to bemoan.
I want my own home.
Oh God! ! ! what a cry! how can i help you? yes it is very dificult to stay alone. but there is always CHRIST who supports you! cheer up in prayer! God bless you!
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These are the thoughts Liza, are of when I was a teenager a very long time ago revisited. Thank you for you kind thoughts.