Independence

If freedom is short of weapons, we must compensate with willpower

Independence

If freedom is short of weapons, we must compensate with willpower

Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word / Elton John

                      What have I got to do to make you love me  
                      What have I got to do to make you care
                      What do I do when lightning strikes me          
                     And I wake to find that you're not there
                     What do I do to make you want me
                     What have I got to do to be heard
                     What do I say when it's all over
                     And sorry seems to be the hardest word
                     It's sad, so sad  
                     It's a sad, sad situation
                     And it's getting more and more absurd
                    It's sad, so sad
                    Why can't we talk it over
                     Oh it seems to me
                     That sorry seems to be the hardest word
                    What do I do to make you love me
                   What have I got to do to be heard
                   What do I do when lightning strikes me
                   What have I got to do
                   What have I got to do
                   When sorry seems to be the hardest word

 

 

Wish You Were Here Lyrics

  

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell,

Blue skies from pain,

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade,

Your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
Same old fears
Wish you were here