Countless hours writing
Countless hours waiting
Sadness, frustration, comes on like winter rain
Will this get better, or is it trepidation?
When the morning comes, will I rise up from this bed?
What the hell am I doing- alone here at the station
Should I take my pride, and make my way back home?
The fire in my eyes, and the passions that were burning
Now the flames they scare me
I've got scars upon my hands
Mama's in the kitchen, hot soup's on her table
Spends her days and nights, slaving away
Deep inside her, something else was raging
What about those voices, what did they say?
Inside your hand, you hold a child
His name is Creation
Little girls need love, as much as little boys
And the little rascals grow, and they're nurtured by your loving
Don't you think it's time you chose colors of your own?
Countless hours writing
Countless hours waiting
Sadness, frustration, comes on like winter rain
Inside your hand, you hold a child
His name is Creation
Don't you think it's time you chose colors of your own?
Countless hours writing
Countless hours waiting
Sadness, frustration, comes on like winter rain
Inside your hand, you hold a child
His name is Creation
Don't you think it's time you chose colors of your own?
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Countless hours writing
Countless hours waiting
Sadness, frustration, comes on like winter rain
Will this get better, or is it trepidation?
When the morning comes, will I rise up from this bed?
What the hell am I doing- alone here at the station
Should I take my pride, and make my way back home?
The fire in my eyes, and the passions that were burning
Now the flames they scare me
I've got scars upon my hands
Mama's in the kitchen, hot soup's on her table
Spends her days and nights, slaving away
Deep inside her, something else was raging
What about those voices, what did they say?
Inside your hand, you hold a child
His name is Creation
Little girls need love, as much as little boys
And the little rascals grow, and they're nurtured by your loving
Don't you think it's time you chose colors of your own?
Countless hours writing
Countless hours waiting
Sadness, frustration, comes on like winter rain
Inside your hand, you hold a child
His name is Creation
Don't you think it's time you chose colors of your own?
Countless hours writing
Countless hours waiting
Sadness, frustration, comes on like winter rain
Inside your hand, you hold a child
His name is Creation
Don't you think it's time you chose colors of your own?
Countless hours waiting
Sadness, frustration, comes on like winter rain
Will this get better, or is it trepidation?
When the morning comes, will I rise up from this bed?
What the hell am I doing- alone here at the station
Should I take my pride, and make my way back home?
The fire in my eyes, and the passions that were burning
Now the flames they scare me
I've got scars upon my hands
Mama's in the kitchen, hot soup's on her table
Spends her days and nights, slaving away
Deep inside her, something else was raging
What about those voices, what did they say?
Inside your hand, you hold a child
His name is Creation
Little girls need love, as much as little boys
And the little rascals grow, and they're nurtured by your loving
Don't you think it's time you chose colors of your own?
Countless hours writing
Countless hours waiting
Sadness, frustration, comes on like winter rain
Inside your hand, you hold a child
His name is Creation
Don't you think it's time you chose colors of your own?
Countless hours writing
Countless hours waiting
Sadness, frustration, comes on like winter rain
Inside your hand, you hold a child
His name is Creation
Don't you think it's time you chose colors of your own?
Writer: Marco Bianchi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid