Do you ever find an old dirt road And just drive like youíre alive One hand on the shifter Playing your favorite song while singing along The other on the wheel Until you find a rhyme that takes you back in time
Do you ever just sit on an old front porch Watch the moon rise until you feel alive In a squeaky wooden chair And just rock until is 12 oíclock Nothing but the sound of the whippoorwills Until you find the person you left behind
I wish every sunrise peaked through Spanish Moss I wish every road...
The Paul Place is located in the Bluff District of Twiggs County near Marion Georgia. Robert and his brother John settled there in the 18th century. Robert and John were very prosperous maintaining a farm with cattle, livestock and orchard. The Paulís were know for their hospitality. They both had fine homes and were also hunters. They had some of the best hunting dogs in the area. Their farms produced much sought after commodities such as fruits, vegetables, sugar cane syrup and hickory smoked hams.
Robert and his wife adopted twin girls. Margaret and Mindy Mimbs. They were...
Most days I greatly miss you Today itís a deeper shade of blue All I can think about is the falls And the wind through the pines Just three doors down was our sound Now memories are just laying around Like broken pieces of liquid glass Between the ripples the reflection is missing you
When the midnight hour is upon me And the stars no longer shine Your memories are like stones They only hurt when I crash on them alone
I heard life had gotten out of control And you almost lost your soul I can...
I had a dream, you were there † We met in a familiar place † As the sound of seagulls filled the air † † † The wind gently blowing your hair We walked along the shore without a trace † † I had a dream, you were there
We reminisce of the secrets we share † † Holding each other like leather and lace As the sound of seagulls filled the air† † I was captivated with this affair †† † Hanging on to memories without disgrace † I had a dream, you were there
Is it the sacrifice of motherhood Is it something we say Is it a feeling we misunderstood Is it someone we canít live without Is it desire or passion Is it trust or doubt Is it emotional or a mental state Is it a hand nailed to a cross Or is it the reason why we hate
As we travel across this ocean of life We shared all the red skies at night It wasnít the love, but the way we unite Sometimes we drifted off course With red skies in the morning We held on until a new day dawning This friendship sailed with sails tattered and worn It wasnít the wind, but the faithful oar Hand in hand we walk upon the shore
I stand where the ocean meets the sand As I cry one foot is wet the other is dry My Heart is in the middle my soul tears me apart A sunrise is filled with the warmth of your eyes A sunset is filled with darkness and regrets If I disappear the truth will become clear If I stand tall thereís no evidence of the fall I can no longer live my mind cannot forgive Do I let go or surrender to the ebb and flow I stand where the ocean meets the sand