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ONE SIDE OF THE STORY

ONE SIDE OF THE STORY

Take a look around and you will see, people have been separated by rivers, valleys, and streams.
This doesn’t mean we have nothing in common, it seems to me it’s all about politics and drama.
Because when you can’t see the truth, we have nothing in common.
When people in high places tell you lies, it’s not about you, it’s what they have to hide.
Because people in high places know how to dance around the truth, then point their finger and say it’s all about you.
So, if you march for the wrong reason, in this country they call that treason.
So, if you want to walk around with one side of the story, bury your head in the sand, then we’ll never understand the other side of the story.

BY LENNY JAYNES

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LIFE GOES ON

LIFE GOES ON

You taught me to love again:
From the rumbling torture of my heart;
In the depth of pain in my wounded soul,
With nothing left but solitude and regret.

Thinking that I would never love again.
Like the beginning and the end,
Somewhere in between you came in as a friend,
And you taught me to love again.

I no longer struggle from morning until night,
You came along and showed me the light.
No more anguish, no more pain,
You told me that life goes on;
To pick up my head and not be a shame.

You taught me to love again.

BY LENNY JAYNES

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A SPLINTER OF HOPE

A SPLINTER OF HOPE

On dark days, hope may be hard to find,
But if you look between the lines you’ll find a splinter of hope,
Even though it may be hard to find.

Hope is what keeps the wheels turning,
Hope is what keeps a wood fire burning,
Hope is what a soldier needs when he tries to find his way,
So he won’t get lost in sympathy.

Sympathy will bring you to your knees,
Hope will lift you higher so you can see,
Beyond the stars, beyond the clouds, beyond eternity.

Hope will give you what you need when you’re fighting for what you believe.

BY LENNY JAYNES

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NOT ONCE BUT TWICE

NOT ONCE BUT TWICE

You came along at the right time, my heart is beating so.
Is there something you must tell me, is there something I should know?
As I look into the valley, and watch the sun as it glows.
There’s something in your eyes that tells me, that there’s something I should know.

Could this be the reason, I’m in Echo Valley where I hear the words more than once.
Because if you tell me that you love me, I’ll hear the words more than once.
That’s why they call it Echo Valley, I can still hear the beating of my heart.
So if you came to tell me that you love me, I’ll hear it more than once.

BY LENNY JAYNES

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EARLY MORNING BREEZE

EARLY MORNING BREEZE

Early in the morning when I have nothing to do,
Out of nowhere this breeze blows through,
And then I stop and l think of you.

I haven’t seen you in over a year.
But this feeling I have keeps you near.
I don’t understand, we never argue, we never had a fight.
But the next thing I know you were out of my sight.

I’m totally confused this can’t be right,
When I think of all the memories everything seems to be all right,
We didn’t argue, we didn’t fight.

So early in the morning when I have nothing to do,
And that breeze just keeps pushing through,
I stopped and I wonder what happened to you.

It’s been over a year so I conclude,
You must have found it was time to move on.
But that doesn’t stop that breeze from blowing through.

This only happens when I have nothing to do
and in my mind I can only think of you.
That early morning breeze just keeps pushing through.

BY LENNY JAYNES