Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.
I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right,
Surely that ain't right.
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
"There's always something about music that sets the soul on fire, the mind ablaze with delight and the soul comes alive with needs that can't be fulfilled with booze, deravity, and violence. I am and always have been a fan of music and delight the sounds make resonating in my heart and in my mind. There's mental barbed-wire around my heart and conscience so music is a small dove, a ray of hope that makes me believe I too, can be good. And sometimes ... even great."
Always,
~J~
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