After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn
That love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down
In mid-flight
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns
If you get too much
So you plant your own gardens
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting for someone
To bring you flowers
And you learn
That you really can endure
You really are strong
You really do have worth
And you learn
And you learn
With every goodbye, you learn…

Home

Brian McKnight

Thinking back when we first met
I remember what you said
You said you’d never leave me
I let go of your hand
Built my castle in the sand
But now I’m reachin’ out again
And I’m not letting go
Till you

Hold me
Mold me
Sometimes I feel so all alone
See, I gotta find me way back home
So why don’t you

Shape me
Make me
Wash me whiter than the snow
I gotta find my way
Back home

Master upon my knees i pray
I just want to be the clay
Put your arms around me
Place my life in your hands
Lord, I know I’m just a man
I know you understand
This time I’m not letting go
Till you

Anoint me
Appoint me
Sometimes I feel so alone
See, I gotta find my way back home

So why don’t you
Chastise me
Baptize me
Wash me whiter than the snow
I gotta find my way

‘Cause I’m lost and alone
I’ve been wandering
Long enough to know
Humbly I search for you
And I’m not gonna rest
Till you

Choose me
Use me
Sometimes I feel so alone
I’m on my way back home

So why don’t you
Direct me
Bless me
Wash me whiter then the snow
I’m on my way

Back home

* Lord, use my life as a blessing to others.

Seasons of Love

Rent 

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure — measure a year?
In daylights — In sunsets
In midnights — In cups of coffee
In inches — In miles
In laughter — In strife
In — Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died It’s time now - to sing out
Tho’ the story never ends
Let’s celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in loveMeasure, measure your life in love
Seasons of love …
Seasons of love