By dean friedman Saturday fathers never win. They're punished each day of their lives for their horrible sin. They carry your picture. they show it to
In an Appalachian, Greyhound station She sits there waitin', in a family way "Goodbye brother, tell mom, I love her Tell all the others, I'll write someday
Born into peace Born into ignorance My family gave me strength Bonding my brothers And the war was her enemy Shed her mother's tears Broke her mother
O old man, good god careful man of heaven Keeper of storm clouds, make misty weather And create a tiny cloud in whose shelter I may go
Neil Diamond - Mothers and Daughters, Fathers and Sons And so they came with perfect schemes And precious dreams that made them one One by one Oh
Avoid disaster We must stop sleeping We better wake up, wake up Before we start drowning You know we lie, we lie to ourselves We lie, we lie to ourselves
My father had so much to tell me Things he said I had to know "Don't make my mistakes, there are rules you can't break" But I had to find out on my own
Father's Eyes By Amy Grant I may not be every mother's dream for her little girl, And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world. But that
[Act I - The Occurred Barrier] Fathers... From the Suns... The Vault of Millenniums. I address to the dual Keepers. The embraced Components misdivide
My brother's on crack. My sister's a wreck. Our mother ... she tries. Our fathers are lies. Everyone of us
Mme de Rols Will she ever forgive me, what have I done? Pierre Did they all have to die, can I live with this shame? Father Dominic For the deeds that
I heard a lot of songs say, "Where you goin' my son?" Now I know they're true, Boy you never stop to think how fast the years run, Now they've taken
Listen, how you who reside beyind space and time Endless realm, where the triplex golden star shines solitary and miserable man Give up your spirit, miserable
Depuis la nuit des temps l'histoire des peres et des meres prosperent. Sans sommaire et sans faire d'impairs, j'enumere pele-mele, Peres Meres. Il y a
O old man, good god Careful man of heaven Keeper of storm clouds Make misty weather And create a tiny cloud In whose shelter I may go
I'm always crying on planes. I'm wondering how birds find their way. There are so many things I don't understand. What makes a women not love a man
Le foto si sono ingiallite sara il troppo poco guardarle dovrebbero prendere aria se vuoi conservarle seduto su quella poltrona con gli abiti ormai cosi
And so they came with perfect schemes And precious dreams that made them one One by one Oh, and there they stood lost in the haze With spirits blazing