Comf,
I,ve got my own platter but a sound bite would be greatly appreciated!
(a) I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain of the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies
Turning on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying
Healing as the colors in the sunshine and the shadows of her eyes
Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin
Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that I've been
(2) On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was home
'Cause there's something 'bout a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
As a sleeping city sidewalk .....
(C) We were so close there was no room
We bled inside each others wounds
We all had caught the same disease
We all sang the songs of peace
Some came to sing, some came to pray
Some came to keep the dark away
Sorry, those are a little long to be called snippets but i was singing as i was typing.