Only Love-Trade Mark
2 A.M., and the rain is failing.
Here we are at the crossroads once again.
You are telling me you're so confussed.
You can't make up your minds.
Is this meant you're asking me?
But only love can say,
Try again or walk away.
But I believe for you and me,
The sun will shine one day.
So I just play my part,
Pray you'll have a change of heart.
But I can't make you see it through.
That's something only love can do.
In your arms, as the dawn is breaking,
Face to face and a thousand miles apart.
I've tried my best to make you see,
There's hope beyond the pain.
If we give enough, if we learn to trust.
I know if I could find the word,
To touch you deep inside,
You'd give our dream just one more chance.
Don't let this be our Good-bye.

EARTH SONG -michael jackson

what about sunrise
what about rain
what about all the things
that you said we were to gain...
what about killing fields
is there a time
what about all the things
that you said was yours and mine...
did you ever stop to notice
all the blood we've shed before
did you ever stop to notice
the crying earth the weeping shores?



aaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah



what have we done to the world
look what we've done
what about all the peace
that you pledge your only son...
what about flowering fields
is there a time
what about all the dreams
that you said was yours and mine...
did you ever stop to notice
all the children dead from war
did you ever stop to notice
the crying earth the weeping shores



i used to dream
i used to glance beyond the stars
now i don't know where we are
although i know we've drifted far



hey, what about yesterday, what about us
what about the seas, what about us
the heavens are falling down, what about us
i can't even breathe, what about us
what about the bleeding earth, what about us
can't we feel its wounds, what about us
what about nature's worth, ooo,ooo
it's our planet's womb, what about us
what about animals, what about it
we've turned kingdoms to dust, what about us
what about elephants, what about us
have we lost their trust, what about us
what about crying whales, what about us
we're ravaging the seas, what about us
what about forest trails, ooo, ooo
burnt despite our pleas, what about us
what about the holy land, what about it
torn apart by creed, what about us
what about the common man, what about us
can't we set him free, what about us
what about children dying, what about us
can't you hear them cry, what about us
where did we go wrong, ooo, ooo
someone tell me why, what about us
what about babies, what about it
what about the days, what about us
what about all their joy, what about us
what about the man, what about us
what about the crying man, what about us
what about abraham, what was us
what about death again, ooo, ooo
do we give a damn

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Scarborough Fair-Sarah Brightman

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? 
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 
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Remember me to one who lives there 
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She once was a true love of mine 
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Tell her to make me a cambric shirt 
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(Oh the sides of a hill in the deep forest green) 
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 
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(Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown) 
Without no seams nor needless work 
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(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) 
Then she¡¦ll be a true love of mine 
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(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) 
Tell her to find me on acre of land 
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(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves) 
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(Washes the grave with silvery tears) 
Between the salt water and the sea strand 
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(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) 
[Then she¡¦ll be a true love of mine 
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Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather 
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(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalion) 
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 
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Generals order their soldiers to kill 
And gather it all in a bunch of heather 
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(And to fight for a cause they¡¦ve long ago forgotten) 
Then she¡¦ll be a true love of mine 
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Are you going to Scarborough Fair? 
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Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 
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Remember me to one who lives there 
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She once was a true love of mine 
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What if she's an angel -Tommy Shane Steiner

There's a man standing on the corner
With a sign sayin "will work for food"
You know the man
You see him every morning
The one you never give your money to
You can sit there with your window rolled up(§âî¤l¨÷°_¨Ó)
Wondering when the lights going to turn green
Never knowing what a couple more bucks(³o­Ó¬O¬ü°ê«Z»y-¿ú)
In his pocket might mean

What if he's an angel sent here from Heaven
And he's making certain that you're doing your best
To take the time to help one another
Brother, are you going to pass that test
You can go on with your day to day
Trying to forget what you saw in his face
Knowing deep down (§A¤ßùثܲM·¡¡A«Ü©ú¥Õ¡K¡K)it could have been his saving grace
What if she's an angel

There's a man
There's a woman
Living right above you in apartment G
There's a lot of noise coming through the ceiling
And it don't sound like harmony
You can sit there with your TV turned up
While the words and his anger fly (¼É«ã,«ã¤õ¤¤¿N)
Come tomorrow when you see her with her shades on
Can you look her in the eye

What if she's an angel sent here from heaven
And she's making certain that you're doing your best
To take the time to help one another
Brother, are you going to pass that test
You can go on with your day to day
Trying to forget what you saw in her face
Knowing deep down it could have been her saving grace (¤W«Òªº®¦¨å,¬@±Ï¼Z¸¨ªºÆF»î)
What if she's an angel

A little girl on daddy's lap
Hiding her disease with a baseball cap
You can turn the channel
Most people do
But what if you were sitting in her daddy's shoes (´N¬O§Ú­Ì¸g±`»¡ªº´«¦ì«ä¦Ò)

Maybe she's an angel
Sent here from Heaven
And she's making certain you're doing your best
To take the time to help one another
Brother¡Aare you going to pass that test?
You can go on with your day to day
Trying to forget what you saw in her face
Knowing deep down it could have been her saving grace
What if she's an angel