be rolled Living not dead, giving I said Christ lives in me Rise above, rise above it all Rise above, rise above it all When are we going to rise above
bird did sing Man has no choice When he wants every thing We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride
Man has no choice When he wants everything [Chorus:] We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride
do I think it's any help For me to still dream of Playing the poet game? Sirens wail above the fields - Another soul gone down - Another Sun about to rise
never rise,but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE: And so,all the night-tide,I lie down by the side Of my darling my life and my bride
did sing Man has no choice When he wants everything [Chorus:] We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride
hard to better myself I?m trying to rise above So I tried to write a song without a swear word or a slight At myself or another at my mother at my bride
ve been lost once, I've been lost twice and I'll probably be lost again. Snow covered distant mountain looked like a purple bride. Vultures circling in the air above
she kicks me when I'm down I'll never leave her side, because of my pissiness or pride oh, how I'm shady, in the shadow of my bride the black pint is
in sin, you judge me, you stone me I can't help it if you are blind; you act like you own me I preach the same Christ, the same grace, the blood saves, abundantly above
never rise,but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee And so,all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling my life and my bride
Just to lose him again? And we'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride We'll rise above
wild burning desire Is calmed by the steps of happines The bright, shinning, rising sun is nice to me When the first ray comes and rests by my side Bride
want him just to lose him again We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride We'll rise above
Annabel Lee But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those, who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither, the angels in heaven above
want him just to lose him again? We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride We'll rise above
take the idle life, sky high A foreign guy, I'm God's own prototype A blushing bride who loves an idle life Always above me, I light the day Here rise
