'Bougainvillaea' Lyrics:
William Pearson lived next door
A man who saved fashion from itself
He taught me all I know, of learning to be happy with yourself
He knew what a hard life was, but still he fought it to the end
And I now know I take this gift, of breath for granted everyday
And maybe you are, angry with the Lord
For making you His way, in image and in love
But maybe it’s yourself, that’s causes you this pain
The sorrow of your pride, that keeps you up awake
Crying in the night, Oh oh oh; Oh, you’re crying for the night
And to the stars you scream, and of a God you dream
And peace begins to sign
As a little boy peering up to see the hands of a solder
I saw Love within a heart that just seemed an angry neighbour
But if love is doing for others as you’d have them do for you
Then I’ll follow the Son just like He shone straight out of you
I’ve been trying so hard to be the man that I want to be
Despite knowing that I’ll never by my own strength succeed
Oh my God I have cried and screamed for this anguish just to end
But I find joy in knowing that my soul is what is saved
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