When I heard this song, I thought I had heard the wrond thing, so when I played it again I confirmed I wasn't dreaming, it was a fact that the song was that great...

Painting Pictures of Egypt...

I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me either way
The places I long for the most
Are the places where I’ve been
They are calling after me like a long lost friend

It’s not about losing faith
It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much
The place I was wasn’t perfect
But I had found a way to live
It wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this

CHORUS:
I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt
Leaving out what it lacked
The future seems so hard
And I want to go back
But the places that used to fit me
Cannot hold the things I"ve learned
And those roads closed off to me
While my back was turned

The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy to discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
Caught between the promise
And the things I know

BRIDGE:
If it comes too quick
I may not recognize it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
If it comes too quick
I may not appreciate it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?

In the Soil

I’ve been lost so many times
Come back to what I’ve found
Nothing more than when I left
When’s my time going to come around
I feel the change in the wind
My branches bending to the east
Trying to find another life
That I can grow older with in peace
I’ve been to so many places
In my mind I have found
No solace in understanding
Why my roots hold me in the ground
But out of the soil
Grows another tree
A bit tried and turned over
By the winds of thine enemy
Now I know why I’ve been searching
Why I’ve collected these scars upon my face
Destiny was built to make us run around
But only we can find our place
So I offer you my branch
Take of it what you will
Perhaps our roots can grow together
In the soil we will fill

This is a poem written by a friend, please read it and tell him what you think


THE WORLD KEEPS SPINNING

I break a heart,
the world keeps spinning.

A friend dies,
the world keeps spinning.

I seek and find God,
The world keeps spinning.

I cry,
Weep for love lost,
the world keeps spinning.

Make new friend,
the world keeps spinning.

My world turns upside down and inside out,
the grass grows, the children play,
the world keeps spinning.

mthu

Writen Down

You draw blood on this pen tip,
As I slowly write my confession,
Too this ever elongating page,
My fingers ache from the strain,
That my mind has brought to,
The weight of this pen,
The chemicals in my brain,
Brining me near the stakes,
Of what this page could mean,
No this won't be in a book,
This won't be a dog eared page,
This will be sealed within,
The folds of your ever thundering heart,
Eternity is not enough for me,
So my soul slides with the blood and ink,
That is committed to this page,
So I finish with my hopes and fears,
Screaming inside my ears,
But this has been done,
From the moment I saw,
Your innocent eyes,
I play for keeps,
With this page I hope,
Wins myself first place in your mind.

"I Miss You"

Just to hear your voice,
even for one moment
Means so much more than you will ever know
Somehow I can touch you through the void of space
And everything else just falls away
When you say

I miss you.