Be still my soul, be still my soul Cease from the labour, and the toil Refreshing springs of peace await to troubled minds and hearts that ache...
Too bad there's no time today for a dose of Martini before I sleep. So many things to do, and so much undone.. Can't wait till friday is over.
So totally sick of the bruise on my ankle. I can't lean anything on it.. Must have hit a nerve. Can't wait to fall down again. That'll be so totally cool.
Be still my soul, be still my soul Cease from the labour, and the toil Refreshing springs of peace await to troubled minds and hearts that ache...
Too bad there's no time today for a dose of Martini before I sleep. So many things to do, and so much undone.. Can't wait till friday is over.
So totally sick of the bruise on my ankle. I can't lean anything on it.. Must have hit a nerve. Can't wait to fall down again. That'll be so totally cool.
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on
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