Don't want to walk upon the water. Don't want to look across the waves. Instead of seeing hills of water. . I just see markers on their graves. . But in the fading of a season.
Times were changing. eighteen years and fading. ain't a lot of time left to be a star. On an island. All alone and dying. Walk upon the water. but you won't get far.
Do you remember. Look at me. At all the things we said we'd be. We'd beat the house. We'd push the odds. We'd take it all we had the cards. . With years to burn.
what will 2000 bring?. the war of a billion things. when darkness seizes the lords. and darkness sends his judgement sword. they march through the battle fields.
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[BEETHOVEN]. . WHO IS THIS CHILD. THAT I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE. WHO IS THIS CHILD. THAT I'VE NOT SEEN TILL THIS DAY. . WHO DARES TO FALL ASLEEP. OUTSIDE MY DOOR.
Since I was a child. I've seen her in a dream. A captured fairytale. That echoes cross my life. . And though I've courted her. She's always stayed unseen.
So, tell me Christmas. Are we wise. To believe in things we never see. Are prayers just wishes in disguise. And are these wishes being granted me. For now I see.
Sometimes. . Slowly. Time brings revelation. Waiting. . Softly. For someone to believe. That the ghost we've hidden of left to die. . Have now arisen and will arrive.
Angels we have heard on high. Sweetly singing o'er the plains,. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains.. . Ooh, ooh, ooh.... Gloria, in excelsis Deo!.
(NARRATION). . Now why this man's soul was bleeding. The angel had to understand. So invisible, he stood by him. And then gently touched his hand. . Which caused the man to stand there still.
(Erasmus). . Sleep. Don't turn away. You are the safest way into. Tomorrow. . Dreams. If you will stay. Or at least the best parts let us. Borrow. . Days are counted 'til they're gone.
In the middle of a forest. There's a clearing by a stream. Where a mother holds her newborn. And the child begins to dream. . And he dreams of hopes unspoken.
Remember last Christmas Eve. When we sat next to our first tree. Ornaments reflected light. Of a candle in the night. . And I gave you a music box. Back then that seemed like so much.
(BEETHOVEN). . In this world of curmumstance. Children never fear forever. And this moment that enchants. Someday we may both remember. . Then. Maybe then.
MIXED AMONG THE LETTERS. WAS A YOUNG BOY'S SCHOOL REPORT. ABOUT THE THREE WISE MEN. AND HOT THEY WERE NEARLY CAUGHT. . NOW MANY BOOKS HAVE BEEN WRITTEN.
Lines of a tale. Cut in the face of a crowd, sentenced no bail. There in the night. Deep in the back through the black beckons a life. . Time moving in a straight line.
He won the war. In a foreign land. That was no hero. That was my old man. . And he came back home. Where het met his wife. And he raised his kids. While he made a life.
(NARRATION). . The band played on and on. With no one looking at their watch. And just when you thought it couldn't get any better. . They would turn it up a notch.
Christmas time. On a cold December morning. All is calm. And the world is still asleep. Christmas lights. That have been caught without warning. Gently glitter on.