Thatched House

Pünhan pünhapüsa Bavüdopün bavüdopüsa O kühüzhohi tazüzo Lüba kümo pülüno O khü mozono Pütühi tamha voritayo Ch: Niepo hapono Tüsozhohi omakürü seno hüte N kükhrü mu n küku süno Tüsonha n yi thibazote O khriemi O ciekrozü Onüphaküho thibazori Dipünhan ciedzü zü Kükho toshi semo ‘ri no a cüküyi nha Hapon hanüsa n cievorite Br: Tüso tüzü tüna türü Bayie Khutho mütü n belü Niepo Jisu

  After the feeling is gone  Help me to stand  After the laughter is gone  Help me to still rejoice  After the strength is gone  Help me to hold on to you  What is it to praise you in good times?  What is it to give in times of abundance?  What is it to love those who love you?  But Lord, help me to do the unnatura l

Ch: More depth, more power We long for renewal That you may reign in us Once again Shallow lives Walking like a blind man While the ground sinks beneath our feet Unaware Leaves blown in the wind Swayed by opinions and hunches Backs break And knees begin to shake Under a heavy load of worries Weak So weak to stand and fight We are in need of your power

I'm weak  But I didn't know how much  Everyone has some weakness  I have a fair share of it  How could I imagine  That I could be so weak  That requires you to die  I'm poor  But I didn't know how much  I never beg for food Times  I feel empty inside  I don't have all I want  But why should someone die  As a ransom for my sins  I'm lost  Clueless of what's to come  What's my life's purpose?  Who knows the future anyway  But why should the King of Heaven  Disrobe himself of his glory  And come calling me home

Like a jigsaw puzzle like a tough one in math exam like getting lost in a maze you are difficult to figure out Like crossing a rough river like searching for a hidden treasure like climbing a steep mountain it's difficult to reach to you Why do you make it so difficult why do you play so hard lady have pity on my poor soul make it a little less difficult for me Have pity make it easy make it easy have pity on my poor soul i promise I'll always be there Why do you make it so difficult why do you play so hard woman have pity on my poor soul make it a little less difficult for me

I was raised in a small town A few thousand people And nothing much is going on I go to school with friends Play football after class There are no computers or cellphones Only a black and white TV we have Early to bed early to rise Simple pleasures, days of innocence When the spirit can breathe free Close my eyes and take me back To live those days once more Now I live in the city Life has been good I have all that I need I go to the movies on weekends Made a lot of friends online There's a world out there brother But when I get the blues in the fast lane I still miss the good old days Simple pleasures, days of innocence When the spirit can breathe free Close my eyes and take me back To live those days once more

You are growing cold I can feel it You don't look my way Let's face the truth No, it's not enough We can't go on like this Give me all of you Or let's go our ways Say what you've to say I will take it Is there someone else? I want to know Something's not right That we both know I want you to stay But not this way (another dark love poem)