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And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope they feel it's enough. I really do because they've made me happy. And I'm only one person.

I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine

Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.

I think there is a song out there to describe just about any situation.

He not busy being born is busy dying.

A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.

But what if you're wrong? What if there's more? What if there's hope you never dreamed of hoping for? What if you jump? And just close your eyes? What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise? What if He's more than enough? What if it's love?

Add some Melody to the Lyrics of Words, Add some Music to each Life's Situation.. Let there be a Song! Beautiful, Hip-Hop, Romantic, Rap.. Let there be a Moment where one day, we can Sing-Along- Life, Of Where we Belong.

My task is set before me, girl My mission clear and true There’ll be black knights and dragons, girl But I will always come for you…

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

If I knew what to do I'd do more than write a song for you

I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It's work and it's money and I've written more lists than songs lately. I stay up all night to do all these things I need to do, be all these things I want to be, playing with shadows in the darkness that shouldn't be able to exist. Empty bottles and cigarettes while watching the sunrise, why do I complain? I have it all, everything I ever asked for.

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.

A statue stands in a shaded place An angel girl with an upturned face A name is written on a polished rock A broken heart that the world forgot

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, And tell me when it rains, And I'll blend up that rainbow above you & shoot it through your veins... 'Cause your heart has a lack of color, And we should've known That we'd grow up sooner or later, 'Cause we wasted all our free time alone. <3

মোটাসোটা লোকে খোঁজে সুতীক্ষ্ণ ইস্পাত পাতে হাল্কা পাতলা লোকে খোঁজে তারে সব শেষ ভাতে ফাঁপা লোক খোঁজে তারে বুননের কারখানাটাতে মর্যাদা থাকেন কোথায়। জ্ঞানীলোক খোঁজে তারে তৃণদের ধারালো ফলায় তরুণেরা খোঁজে তারে ছায়া যেটা পাশ দিয়ে যায় গরিবেরা রঙচঙে কাঁচ পরে সম্মুখে তাকায় মর্যাদা থাকেন কোথায়। নব বরষের দিনে সহসাই এক লোক খুন হয়ে যায় বলেছিল একজন, মর্যাদাটা সকলের আগেই হারায় খুঁজতে গেলাম তারে বৃহৎ নগরে, খুঁজতে গেলাম তারে মাঝারি শহরে গেলাম সেখানে আমি মাঝরাতে যেইখানে সুরুয শানায় তাকালাম উপরেতে তাকালাম নিচে তাকালাম চারদিকে আগে আর পিছে জিজ্ঞেস করলাম সকল পুলিশে মর্যাদা থাকেন কোথায়? অন্ধলোক একজন ঘোর-লাগা কেটে ওঠে থমকে দাঁড়ায় ডানে বাঁয়ে দুপকেটে দুই হাত ঢুকিয়ে সে খোঁজে আর চায় হঠাৎ রহস্যগুণে অজানা কারণে যদি খোঁজ মিলে যায় মর্যাদা থাকেন কোথায়! মেরিলাউ নামধারী যুবতীর বিয়েবাড়ি গিয়ে তাকে যখন সুধাই সে বলেছে, “তুমি আমি কথা বলি চুপি চুপি সেটা যেন না দেখে সবাই” বলেছে সে, খুন হবে যদি কেউ বলে দেয় মর্যাদা সে আছে কোন ঠাঁই। মর্যাদা থাকেন কোথায়। গিয়েছি খুঁজতে তারে যেখানে শকুন খানা খায় যেতাম গভীরে আরো, প্রয়োজন পড়েনি সেটায় সেখানে শুনেছি বাণী দেবদূতদের, সেখানে শুনেছি কথা জনমানবের তফাৎ কী বুঝিনি তো হায়! মর্যাদা থাকেন কোথায়

The lyrics that I sing in my head dictate the attitude of my heart. And because that’s the case, I’d prefer the music of God to the songs of men.

If I'm going to sing like someone else, then I don't need to sing at all.

Is it possible that the Pentateuch could not have been written by uninspired men? that the assistance of God was necessary to produce these books? Is it possible that Galilei ascertained the mechanical principles of 'Virtual Velocity,' the laws of falling bodies and of all motion; that Copernicus ascertained the true position of the earth and accounted for all celestial phenomena; that Kepler discovered his three laws—discoveries of such importance that the 8th of May, 1618, may be called the birth-day of modern science; that Newton gave to the world the Method of Fluxions, the Theory of Universal Gravitation, and the Decomposition of Light; that Euclid, Cavalieri, Descartes, and Leibniz, almost completed the science of mathematics; that all the discoveries in optics, hydrostatics, pneumatics and chemistry, the experiments, discoveries, and inventions of Galvani, Volta, Franklin and Morse, of Trevithick, Watt and Fulton and of all the pioneers of progress—that all this was accomplished by uninspired men, while the writer of the Pentateuch was directed and inspired by an infinite God? Is it possible that the codes of China, India, Egypt, Greece and Rome were made by man, and that the laws recorded in the Pentateuch were alone given by God? Is it possible that Æschylus and Shakespeare, Burns, and Beranger, Goethe and Schiller, and all the poets of the world, and all their wondrous tragedies and songs are but the work of men, while no intelligence except the infinite God could be the author of the Pentateuch? Is it possible that of all the books that crowd the libraries of the world, the books of science, fiction, history and song, that all save only one, have been produced by man? Is it possible that of all these, the bible only is the work of God?

I think of the great songs that have carried me along, songs I have sung with you, and for you, all over the world—songs that have carried all of us in rough seas as well as tranquil times, songs that have healed our hearts and kept us going. After all these years, I still believe that music can change the world, and as long as there is music, the dreams will never die.