It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you. It's what you leave behind you when you go.
You know, I think you have to sound right singing whatever it is that you sing.
I wish at times I had finished school just to say I had.
I know the author of my every breath, oh that's Jesus.
History will tell the story, America will always stand.
I feel like a stone you have picked up and thrown to the hard rock bottom of your heart.