What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?
To want what I have, to take what I'm given with grace. For this I pray.
For every moment of joy Every hour of fear For every winding road that brought me here For every breath, for every day of living This is my Thanksgiving
Selling eight million copies of your first album will mess you up.
Armchair warriors often fail - and we've been poisoned by these fairy tales
It's an inside job to learn about forgiving, it's an inside job to hang on to the joy of living.