sparks fly
so i was talking to catlan the other day, and he was saying how he plans on having 14 kids and not live in a particularly nice house.
and i was thinking, man. what would happen if I was in that position, where the guy i love is like a pastor or a missionary or something, and i would never ever get to have my deam house. or anything like it. i was thinking, man. God, if you want me to marry a pastor, you're going ot have to help me out with that. i'm not sure i can live without nice things.
so he promptly broke my computer. then my ipod.
then lost my phone. and baggage at the airport.
oh dear. heaven help me, i'm gonna be a preacher's wife. LOL j/k
It's just a sad picture
The final blow hits you
Somebody else gets
What you wanted
You know
It's all the same
Another time and place
Repeating history
Just another episode
But I believe
In whatever you do
And I'll do anything
To see it through
Because these things
Will change
We can see it now
These walls
That they put up
To hold us back
Will fall down
It's a revolution
It's how we'll become
Who we're
Supposed to be
We'll sing hallelujah
We've got the ways
That we can beat this
There's something
In your eyes
Says we can beat this