Something Better
[Verse 1] If I sit And wait awhile Holding hope In a fragile smile Will the magic Touch my days? […]
[Verse 1] If I sit And wait awhile Holding hope In a fragile smile Will the magic Touch my days? […]
Walk On With The Light Verse 1 When the night grows heavy And the cold cuts deep When the road
[Verse 1] He wandered down the highways With a guitar on his back Dusty boots and midnight eyes A life
[NARRATION – soft, spoken, warm tone]Tonight we honour a legacy that has shaped a choir,a community,and generations of lives.Over fifty
Verse 1 When we treasure the world we have, Change feels hard, impossible. But the journey calls us forward, To
Smoke coils high where whispers die, the wind a ghost in a hollow sky. Ruins lean where homes once stood,
*(Verse 1)* Blades ignite in crimson light, shadows dance in war’s cruel night. Thunder rolls through iron cries, fire paints
I watched my wife Angela tending her flowers – like they were human – funny really…I wrote this in about
I sat next to my mother’s grave early one morning – wrote this song…all the tombstones leant over – except
Flames inspire thought… [Opening Verse] (Soft, tender) Oh, love, thy name is heaven’s call, A whisper, a dream that embraces
(Verse 1) Hey there, girl on the train, What’s your trouble, what’s your pain? You sit there glum, that’s no
This song was created after watching a modern day cowboy film – an Indians arrow went into a young woman
We all look back to better times – maybe? Looking back It’s fine by me Happy days Long and sweet
I walk… but it feels like the floor forgets me. Like every step I take disappears before it lands. I’m
I hope you find That smile You’re Looking for A smile long gone A place Left behind Like a distant
Let it Go **”Let Go”** *(Lyrics inspired by Anthony Hopkins’ words)* **[Verse 1]** Let go of people who aren’t ready
Loneliness – some people’s life [Verse 1] He wakes before the morning light An empty room, no end in sight
Growing line on wall – measuring as we grow – funny idea really Verse 1 Just a boy, only nine
Where’s my heart…” immediately create the feeling of someone searching for what has gone missing inside themselves. Passion has faded,
(Classical Ballad Version — Male + Female Vocal + Choir) [NARRATION – soft, spoken, warm tone]Tonight we honour a legacy