the old rugged cross,. Till my trophies at last I lay down;. I will cling to the old rugged cross,. And exchange it some day for a crown. . O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,. Has
from the concrete jungle This is a time full of fear, full of anger. A hero's exchange for a telephone line. Whatever happened to the youth of this generation. Because it still ain't right Where did
No matter how sweet the salt. We push so hard we finally broke. Oh, no more apologies need be exchange. Oh, no words could ever help relieve this pain. All our silence could not excuse. Disappoint or