The American Dream the good father wants to paddle it one way democracy it's our gift to the savage the good father the holy saviour rests one hand on
In my Father's house are many mansions If it were not true He would have told me so He has gone away to live in that bright city He's preparing me a mansion
A car run fast in the ave. leaving a trail full of blood you think we'll never can get you you think you'll never stop. have you ever thought `bout my
People let me tell you 'bout my best friend, He's a warm hearted person who'll love me till the end. People let me tell you bout my best friend, He
Music & Lyrics: Pierre Kartner/Broineer German Words: Michael Kunze Was wird sein, wenn die Sonne für uns nicht mehr lacht und der Tag ist so dunkel
[Lyrics: Pavel Frelik, Music: Peter Wiwczarek] Most often a trap and a deception, a word can also be an act of creation and the careful repetition may
This is my father's world And to my listening ears All nature sings, and round me rings The music of the spheres This is my father's world The birds
See what love the Father has When He calls us all His own Children, let your praises ring For the grace our God has shown See what love the Father has
© 1994 Crazy Crow Music BMI Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness-- Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh Do you have eyes?
It's 'The Gift and the Curse' First they love me then they hate me then they love me again (They love me again) Let's take a trip down, I gotcha Let'
Why should the Father bother to call us His children? Why should the Spirit hear it when we pray? Why should the Father bother to be concerned with all
I got a number on me I got a number Won't make it through the high noon sun I am my father's son I am my father's son His bed is made I was a hero
Sit here and take in the earthworms snuggling to the greens bay doesn't even know chalk from cheese hold that breath everyone the cow's finally being
, Dio non e solamente il Padre d'Israele, il Padre degli uomini, ma il Padre suo, il Padre mio. Udienza generale, Citta del Vaticano, 16 ottobre 1985
il suo respiro fra i pensieri miei Distanze enormi sembrano dividerci Ma il cuore batte forte dentro me Chissa se tu mi penserai Se con i tuoi non parli mai Se
a scuola, io a scuola..." Tu a scuola non hai manco il diploma Se non mi va Diritto dici "Che ci vuole a farlo?" Papa se te lo spiego tu zitto, sai manco
Padre oh padre Hai gia sentito Cosa mi dice E che vuol' far'? Figlio perduto Se tu non vieni Io usero la forza che ho Padre oh padre Re degli elfi
