Tag Archives: In the End

She Learns To Survive

She Learns To Surviveby Michael DoyleTo her, I’m her fatherAs I watch my daughterWalking alone in the nightShe’s always been my lightBut it wasn’t always this wayShe’s haunted by the dayThese moments hidden insideBehind her fragile prideHe took her innocenceI’ve … Continue reading

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Shifting Through the Ashes

Shifting Through the Ashesby Michael DoyleStanding here talking close togetherYou say it’s for worse or for betterShifting through the ashes of an argumentCan you tell me, baby, where the money’s spent?You laugh and concede it as a steady needWaiting for … Continue reading

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It Hardly Counted

It Hardly Counted by Michael DoyleIn all my time in the dreadful warI felt certain of something moreA lot of horrible things occurredLooking back they’ve all blurredThese horrors handled with graceAre the worst, most of us faceTo know that man’s … Continue reading

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To Keep Growing

To Keep Growingby Michael DoyleIn the first end, we objectifyWhat we were once taught to deify But being nothing but the average manWe still seek to do the best we canWe get so very much wrongTrying to model ourselves and … Continue reading

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In the End (We Die Alone)

In the End (We Die Alone)by Michael DoyleHarsh words are toldSometimes quietly, sometimes boldThere are a million ways to live your yearsBut it’s best when you free your fearsAnte up to stay in the gameWhatever happened or who is to … Continue reading

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However Hard

However Hardby Michael DoyleHowever Hard the wind blewWe knew we’d make it throughHe who wears the victor’s crownWould never let us drownWith our strength of willWe depend on Him, and stillGod will allow to prevailOur faith is shown in our … Continue reading

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These Electric Feelings

These Electric Feelingsby Michael DoyleIt is once, maybe twiceYour head starts reelingIt’s easy to pay the priceGetting lost in these electric feelingsYou know you’ve found the right oneAnd that the search is finally doneIt’s not like you’ll evade the snaresBut … Continue reading

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Too Jung For the Good Life

Too Jung For the Good Lifeby Michael DoyleThe verbal coinage of modern-age complexityLays predominately bound to Jung’s dexterityIt’s something that happens in synchronicityOf the universe beaming out the need to be happyBut the journey of happiness, despite its fascinationCannot be … Continue reading

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For Angels Fallen

For Angels Fallenby Michael DoyleWhen I met youI found a new dreamIt’s the only one that will doTo make me a better human beingI kept looking for your wingsCertain that you had fallenFrom heaven from the joys you bringThe gleam … Continue reading

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In Accordance With His Will

Based on the sermon that I listened to here: In Accordance With His Willby Michael Doyle From my lips, I proclaim your praiseAs I do in all of my passing daysCrying out with joy and gladnessPrayer helps me escape this … Continue reading

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