Post by Stevie Van Houten on Sept 5, 2007 15:16:18 GMT -5
Stevie sang when she had a bad day. She would latch onto a part of a song, or an entire song, and singing it, as foolish as it sounded made her feel better. Alone, she was a singing fool. She sat on the edge of the stage. She was a lone, which was exactly what she needed.
"People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love? Where is the love Where is the love Where is the love the love the love." She sang, listening slightly to the echo the auditorium allowed.
"People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love? Where is the love Where is the love Where is the love the love the love." She sang, listening slightly to the echo the auditorium allowed.
