James Ingram, Always You ’93
Life is but a grain of sand, washed away
Beneath the morning tide
Precious hours grow too few
Somehow you must try to justify
The aging of your mind and yet a baby’s born
Newborn baby, don’t you cry no more
Shed no tears for a passing soul
“The mind is everything. What you think you become”
Your posts make me want to dig through my old CDs!
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Hihi great! Its really an old one from the 90’s 🙂 Thanks!
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