I woke up this morning to find my throat angry at me and not willing to let me speak. I also found that people ALWAYS associate the south with deep frying. My sightsinging teacher asked me if I'd ever deep fried a twinkie, and of course I said I could deep fry just about anything. I love being from the south. It puts smiles on peoples faces the way I live at home in the woods. I'm so proud of my roots, and it's taken me until I've been away from it to embrace it.
I'm glad I stopped listening to the radio and top 40 again. It feels good to listen to real music written with real feelings.
'til next time.
"They tell you where you need to go
They tell you when you'll need to leaveThey tell you what you need to know
They tell you who you need to be
But everything inside you knows
There's more than what you've heard
There's so much more than empty conversations
Filled with empty words
And you're on fire
When He's near you
You're on fire
When He speaks
You're on fire
Burning at these mysteries
Give me one more time around
Give me one more chance to see
Give me everything You are
Give me one more chance to be... (near You)
Cause everything inside me looks like
Everything I hate
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I'll take
When I'm on fire
When You're near me
I'm on fire
When You speak
And I'm on fire
Burning at these mysteries
These mysteries..."
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