In America
Only in America We're slaves to be free Only in America we kill the unborn To make ends meet Only
in America Sexuality is democracy Only in America we stamp our god "In God We Trust" What is right or wrong I
don't know who to believe in My soul sings a different song In America Church bell's ringing Pass the plate around The
choir is singing As their leader falls to the ground Please mister prophet man Tell me which way to go I gave
my last dollar Can I still come to your show What is right or wrong I don't know who to believe in My soul sings
a different song In America I am right and you are wrong I am right and you are wrong I am right and you are wrong No
one's right and no one's wrong In America
Written by Tremonti/Stapp - Published by Tremonti/Stapp Music (Adm. by Dwight Frye Music, Inc.) / Dwight
Frye Music, Inc. (BMI)
My Own Prison
A court is in session, a verdict is in No appeal on the docket today Just my own sin The walls
are cold and pale The cage made of steel Screams fill the room Alone I drop and kneel Silence now the sound My
breath the only motion around Demons cluttering around My face showing no emotion Shackled by my sentence Expecting
no return Here there is no penance My skin begins to burn So I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which
only fuels their selfish pride We're all held captive Out from the sun A sun that shines on only some We the meek
are all in one I hear a thunder in the distance See a vision of a cross I feel the pain that was given On that
sad day of loss A lion roars in the darkness Only he holds the key A light to free me from my burden And grant
me life eternally Should have been dead On a Sunday morning Banging my head No time for mourning Ain't got
no time So I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns inside Which only fuels their selfish pride We're all
held captive Out from the sun A sun that shines on only some We the meek are all in one I cry out to God Seeking
only his decision Gabriel stands and confirms I've created my own prison
Written by Tremonti/Stapp - Published by Tremonti/Stapp Music (Adm. by Dwight Frye Music, Inc.) / Dwight
Frye Music, Inc. (BMI)
White
Look at the snow, look how it falls--it falls with such grace.
Look at the snow. How do you feel when you see it on the ground,
White and soft?
Fluffy and sound when the snow touches the ground,
Where does this magical cold, white dust come from?
It comes from little white clouds which come tumbling down.
Randy Marcum
2/3/02
Don't Stop Dancing
At times life is wicked and I just can’t see the light A silver lining sometimes isn’t
enough To make some wrongs seem right Whatever life brings I’ve been through everything And now I’m
on my knees again
But I know I must go on Although I hurt I must be strong Because inside I know that many feel
this way
Children don’t stop dancing Believe you can fly Away…away
At times life’s unfair
and you know it’s plain to see Hey God I know I’m just a dot in this world Have you forgot about
me? Whatever life brings I’ve been through everything And now I’m on my knees again
But I know
I must go on Although I hurt I must be strong Because inside I know that many feel this way
Am I hiding in
the shadows? Forget the pain and forget the sorrows
But I know I must go on Although I hurt I must be strong Because
inside I know that many feel this way
Children don’t stop dancing Believe you can fly Away…away
Am
I hiding in the shadows? Are we hiding in the shadows?
Written by Tremonti/Stapp Published by Tremonti/Stapp Music (Adm. by Dwight Frye Music, Inc.)/Dwight
Frye Music, Inc. (BMI) Produced, Engineered & Mixed by John Kurzweg, Kirk Kelsey and Creed
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