I count the hours, and I count the days But for once I'm certain Don't want your help Don't need your help Don't want your help Don't need your help Helpless
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way I count the hours, and I count the days But for once I'm certain Don't want your help Don't need your help Don't want your help Don't need your help Helpless
Day is warm, I hear The wind and the trees I know I'm there, but I'll never be... The wind is soft tonight The tide is low And I know the way I never
a pension Everyday he suffers 'cause he sees all kinds of pain Sometimes feels helpless in a world that's gone insane Then he wins a battle, it restores his faith
do nothing Except kickin' and fussin' I like to make a mess I laugh at your distress I sit all day in my crib Absorbing all you give I'm helpless I'm
Are the clouds above your head oh so heavy Bursting with showers of despair And do you struggle under more then you can carry Has life given more then
he grows stronger Guarding me against the creatures of the wood No hunting without him at my side I can't imagine life without him More and more, his
be they have driven Their father so helpless and old Oh God may their crimes be forgiven To perish out here in the cold Chorus: I'm old I'm helpless
me to say It is well, it is well with my soul Though the Devil will ruin, though trials may come Let this blessed assurance control That Christ has regarded my helpless
be President But I want to help the poor and the helpless people I really don't want to be President But if I'm elected I promise to be faithful I graduated
life. Sacrilege has been committed by the supreme being. He who has created blasphemy and now orchestrates it. He lures his son's own faithful Apostles
[Music: Tore Ostby] [Lyrics: Dag Ostby] Out from the dark To the freedom No more retreat Cancellation Marching towards Fiery Landscape Leaving behind
cause All you are to them is now, causes Billy, don't you understand? Timothy stood as long as he could And now, you made his faith disappear More like
the whole, Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more. Priase the Lord. Priase the Lord oh my soul. And Lord, haste the day when he faith shall e
out No pain no more Living in a one-man war Face the truth with tears in your eyes Helpless to save you Damned be our mortal design Losing my faith
