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Sometimes a drifter, sometimes a peaceful man.
Years and years of talkin', though little to understand.
Where does love go when it flies away?
I would think that it would last til the end of time.

Sometimes a drunkard, sometimes a holy man.
Years and years of falling, with little to understand.
Why do we think we are the only ones that really matter,
to everyone in the whole, wide world?

Sometimes a husband, sometimes a single dad.
Years and years of trying to not be so dark and sad.
When does this life become easier?
I would think all of this work would be worth something.

Sometimes happy, often times not so.
Years and years of wandering, not knowing where to go.

How do you do? Good to know you.
May we find, in our togetherness, honest joy.
May we find, in our togetherness, honest joy.

bible verse

Psalms 56:8-13

8 Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book? 9 When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me. 10 In God will I praise his word: in the LORD will I praise his word. 11 In God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do unto me. 12 Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto thee. 13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?

Isaiah 51:3

3 For the LORD shall comfort Zion: he will comfort all her waste places; and he will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the LORD; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.

Romans 8:38-39

38 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, 39 Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.