Laugh a little louder
Love a little harder
And sheperds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, Power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command, we shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine patris, et filii et spiritus sancti.
not a single tear shall be shead
nor a drop of blood to be bled
my life was one big stirr
now its just a blur
my soul is now gone
so you just move on
can you get it through you head
that i am already dead
Her beauty shows through every time she smiles
To see that face I'd walk for miles
Her eyes they shine they look so bright
To look upon them my world feels right
She only has to say one thing
To make my soul jump and sing.
The Name Is Jette.
I'm a guy you jack wagon!