YESTERYEARS i don't know how much has passed me by
i don't know where its gone
turn around and the time will fly
another day has run..
YESTERYEARS have passed me by
YESTERDAYS have flown
YESTERWAYS have faded away
YESTERLIVES are done...
where will it go from here,the future never comes
the past creeps up and steals it away
the future still never comes...
save it up for a rainy day, to sit and wonder why
the only things to talk about
belong to yesterlives...
YESTERYEARS have passed me by
YESTERDAYS have flown
YESTERWAYS have faded away
YESTERLIVES are done... 
WHEN THE MORNING COMES and when the morning comes, and the sun is new
lazy days i lie in bed, and wake with a thought of you
and when the sunlight comes, probing through the window
it takes me back, to childhood days ago,
morning is just:
a state of mind
a piece of time
a feeling inside, to me...
and when the daytime comes, and the morning is gone
lazy days i lie in wait, for the night to come on
and when the night time's done, and the mornings arrived
i travel to the place of the morning inside...
morning is just:
a state of mind
a piece of time
a feeling inside, to me... all QUEST lyrics by barry norton and/or geroge remer |  | | | THE SPIRIT someone once told me, you must be
whatever it is you really are
look inside and you'll see, you hold the key
that locks out the negative energy
only you, only you, must guide you through
the waves of opinions washed about you
the spirit is something true, a free choice for you
it can't be taken away, or hidden from view...
be free...
staring up at thr sky, wondering, wondering why.
how did it come to be, this chance encounter, that set me free, free
i listened to her words, and realized, you were just like me
i'll never forget sharing my spirit, with another who's free
she said be free...
the spirit,
can't be taken
only shared for free...
|
