AND YOU TOLD ME HOW CAN WE BE IF EACH ONE OF US CAN'NT SEE IT IS OUR SOULS ACROSS EVERY SEA IT IS ME AND YOU HAD WRITTEN THE AMZING SONGS LOVING CRYING DANCING CRAWLING FOR SO LONG WE ARE THE TOYS IN GOD HANDS WE DO NOT KNOW OR UNDERSTAND WHY ARE WE HERE WITH TIRED HANDS WHERE IS OUR MISTRY IN EVERY... Sign in to see full entry.