Hey, hey brother do you remember when we were young we had no fear of anything? Hey sister do you still believe in the things that we dreamt that we would discover? It’s like our childhood never really happened but I still have faith and still believe in chasing rainbows because storms don’t last forever remember.
We can hold our hands together through this storm forever we just need to remember to hold our hands through this together. Hey mother am I making you proud or could I do better in what I’m doing now? Hey hey father there’s weight on my shoulders but I know it’s not over because I still have the faith and still believe in rainbows. They haven’t crush me completely because this storm doesn’t last forever just remember we can hold our hands together through this storm.
So spread your love and give it all you got remember to keep your head held up high and don’t give up. Hey brother, sister, mother, father everything will be okay don’t give up we will keep our heads held high because this storm won’t last forever just remember that we can hold our hands together. Even through this storm we can spread our love to everyone; give it all you got, hold your head up high and don’t give up because spreading your love will get us through this storm.
When the day is long enough for you as the night but the night isn’t yours alone; when you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang on. As you stare up at the ceiling in the dark but don’t let yourself go because everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong but now it’s time to sing along when your day is night alone; even if you feel like letting go just hang on, yet you think you’ve had too much of this life can you hang on because everybody is hurting but take comfort in your friends as everyone hurts but don’t throw your hand on no.
Don’t throw your hand like you feel like that you’re alone or feel alone because no no you’re not alone; you’re never on your own in this life even if the days and nights are, you may think together has too much of this life to hang on and everybody hurts sometimes everybody cries.
Just hold on tightly to my hand because you are not alone.
I’ve been a criminal I’ve made a mistake by believing in the fictional let everything slip away to which I didn’t accept my faith. I thought the alternative looked so crystal clear drowned in the muddy waters and I’m living in my worst fears begging you back through tears.
You had this picture of me and now that I’ve shattered your dreams but I know the drill and I know the truth and it kills me. Yes I’m guilty for doing it so don’t come near me the one thing I’m good at is messing up is messing up somebody else; I know that I’m guilty turning sweet love into poison, and I got the scars if you talked about hurting yourself I’m just guilty as hell.
I’ve sitting here all alone as my defence down wishing that I could be home locked myself out knowing that it’s my fault. Grazes with added salt with the thought I would be okay without you and I; now that I realise it was all just an awful lie take me back I might just die, you had this picture of me and now I have shattered your dreams and I know the drill and I know the truth and it’s kills me inside.
Ive should of known that I could not go on here without you; instead of walking away knowing that I’ll feel terrified, I know I was wrong now I’m hurting myself but I wish I knew please could you take me back I don’t want to believe this is goodbye. Yeah I’m guilty don’t come near me one thing I’m good at is messing up somebody else but I’m guilty as hell.
You’re probably thinking why is she comparing her life as a grey rock; I can answer you that it was the wrestler turned actor Dwayne “The Rock” what’s his face name gave me the idea for the title as I just saw his picture on something, I was contemplating about my life like I do most days and I was just like I just want to hit someone or some people with my rock or a brick because they annoy me to the point of they needing one thrown at them. By the way I wouldn’t do that anyway neither should you in the first place. Good thanks for the promise.
Sometimes I rather just lay underneath my rock and just stay there. Don’t want to come out or nothing because what’s the point in life if there’s not much to do or anything loads of thoughts in my head. I rather just hide away in my cosy rock that I call “home” or “my comfort rock” not sure how a rock can be comfy but you can give it ago.
I find that people who come across me think I’m bubbly, funny, find it more funny that I say it how it is, relaxed and etc. At the best of times can’t work me out if I’m dead serious or not until I crack a smile of I just got you and burst out laughing. When I’m not myself and burst out crying they don’t even know what to do with me because I’m normally like the bubbly person to be around. You know they are trying to help but never know what to do.
I’m like it’s fine I’m just having a blip and the next minute I’m mucking about and having a laugh with everyone. I always find away of knowing how to bounce back when I’m having one the blip moment. Yeah my life is like a rock that I just want to throw one at someone, stay underneath or just crumble that’s basically my cycle my routine if you like to call it. Just had to double check the correct spelling of grey if I had the right one for the my britishness and it’s says “grey” and “gray” are accepted in English language so it doesn’t matter which word I use it still same word and meaning. Just the US prefer to use “Gray” in their English language. Fun fact for a Sunday.
Don’t wake up. Won’t wake up can’t wake up. No don’t wake me up. It’s the early morning as the lights flick on sleepy eyes peek through the blinds at something wrong; motionless remains the mess of someone who has been crying it’s such a shame, such a beautiful beautiful young life disappearing right before your eyes. By the time I’m dreaming you’ve crept out on me sleeping I was blissfully unaware what was happening. Tell me how am I suppose to care if you don’t wake me to check it out.
Don’t wake up. Won’t wake up. I can’t wake up no don’t wake me up. I blame myself for your death and our child. A trail of bloody clothes of the 2 year old why did you both have to go and me behind; if it wasn’t for you’re screams waking me up I wouldn’t off known what was happening before it was happening, the dream that I had wasn’t so blissful at all.
Tell me how am I supposed to care if I hadn’t let you go in my arms it could of been different now I’ll never know. I didn’t get the chance damn the person who killed you but I will find them make sure what they have done to you is real. If you could forgive me Lord and look after the love of my life and my child to keep them safe better than I could.
Under the lovers sky that I want to be with you when no one is going to be around but if you think that you won’t fall just wait until you the sun goes down. Underneath the starlight there’s a magical feeling so right it’ll steal your heart tonight. You can try to resist for not being mad at me or come saving me when I’m crying even when you’re trying to hide your kiss when you bury your head in my hair.
You know that you can’t fight the moonlight in the deep dark night sky but you’ll surrender your heart because you know that you can’t fight it; it’s going to get to your heart as there’s no escape from the love once the gentle breeze that weaves in and out of your heart, no matter what you think of me it won’t be long until I’m in your arms underneath the starlight being lost in the rhythm of the stars.
Tonight it feels so right for stealing your heart. No matter how much you fight it and no matter what you do he night will finally get you so don’t even try because you will never win with the starlight or the magical feeling as it’s going to steal your heart tonight.
As Jesus’s mother Mary sat next to me on the hill by the cave that once laid Jesus behind a rock; no matter if I believed in him or not she knew that I need someone to hear my broken heart, as it was screaming out in pain because it was never been in so much pain and it wasn’t going to fix anytime soon. “It’s probably what’s best for you I only want what’s best for you” she told me I knew that I wasn’t best for you then your stuck because I’ve tired to sever ties and I ended up with wounds to bind.
It’s like you’re just pouring salt in my cuts to make it more stingy for me to endure. Yet I just ran out of band aids I don’t even know where to start to explain to Mary what’s gone on because you can only bandage the damage but you can never really fix a heart.
Even though I knew what’s wrong but how could I be so sure because you never know what to say what you feel; I must of held Mary’s hand so tight as I didn’t have the will to fight I guess I needed more time to heal, you must be a miracle worker swearing up and down like you could fix what was broken. Jesus please don’t get my hopes just tell me how could you be so cruel?
You never knew how to fix people it just causes more pain; you never there when I needed you, now you think as you’re mother is here you think it’s okay to pour salt on my cuts but you couldn’t never really fix my broken heart.
In the winds of the British Isles words float from every country and commonwealth that belong to the United Kingdom; even with every tune from every country playing for Mother’s Day, the words sounds like how much people love each other especially their mothers who may have passed away or out in war zones or somewhere else.
Some words they can’t be spoken but only sung. So when you hear a thousand voices shouting love there’s a place where there is actually time in this life where you can sing what you are feeling. I remember you telling me to find my feet and stand my ground because don’t you see the whole world is listening to what we have to say right now?
The winds sing it louder sing it clearer knowing that everyone will hear you because as your making some of the noises you would find your voice tonight; make it stronger by singing it together which will make this moment of love last forever, even the love and the young are shouting their love tonight.
To be able to sing we had to wait like a lifetime to be able to see a thousand faces to celebrate together; you had brought hope, brought life conquer fear when it wasn’t always so easy but as you stood your ground by keeping your faith, yet you don’t see it right now but the world is listening to what we have to say.
As we sing it louder and more clearly knowing that everyone will hear you speak because you always told us to make a noise to find our voices tonight; by singing it stronger and being together we can make this feeling last forever, wether your old or young we are shouting love tonight.
Some words only be spoken but otherwise they can’t be spoke but only to be sung. To be able to hear the thousand voices is to be able to open your window of your bedroom hearing the words of love, life and hope. To be able to hear a thousand voices shouting love for you.
In my sleep in a distance of my dream I once heard there was a secret chord that David had played and it pleased the lord but you really don’t care for the music, do you ya? Well I can tell you that it goes back and fourth with every minor fall and there will be a major lift that will baffle the king as he composing the word “hallelujah”.
Your faith inside is so strong but you needed the proof but you saw her bathing on the roof; her beauty and the moonlight had overthrew you. As she tied you to her kitchen chair; she had broken your throne, and cut your hair as you withdrew your lips of a kiss the words came from her lips as you felt her breathe from her mouth against yours “hallelujah”.
Maybe there’s a god that’s up above; however I’ve ever learned from love is how to shoot somebody down who had withdrawn you out, it’s not about a cry that you hear at night and it’s not someone who’s seen the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s a cold and it’s broken “hallelujah”