Your own Asphalt

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I was walkin' down a broken road, Where the sky was gray, and the wind blew cold. Every step felt heavy, every mile felt long, Searchin' for a light, but it all felt wrong. But then I heard a whisper in the rustlin' trees, A gentle voice carried on the breeze. It said, "Keep on movin', don't you give up now, There's a brighter day waitin', I can show you how." There's hope in the dust, in the cracks of the ground, In the smallest of seeds where new life is found. When the world feels heavy, and the road gets tough, You'll find your strength, you'll find enough. Yeah, there's hope in the dust. I stumbled through the shadows, through the darkest night, But the stars still burned with a distant light. And every tear I cried, every prayer I said, Was a step toward the dawn, out of the dread. 'Cause the heart that's broken still knows how to beat, And the soul that's weary can still find its feet. So I kept on walkin', though the path was rough, 'Cause I knew deep down, I was strong enough. There's hope in the dust, in the cracks of the ground, In the smallest of seeds where new life is found. When the world feels heavy, and the road gets tough, You'll find your strength, you'll find enough. Yeah, there's hope in the dust. It's in the sunrise after the rain, In the laughter that follows the pain. It's in the hands that reach out to hold, In the stories of courage, in the hearts that are bold. There's hope in the dust, in the cracks of the ground, In the smallest of seeds where new life is found. When the world feels heavy, and the road gets tough, You'll find your strength, you'll find enough. Yeah, there's hope in the dust. So if you're lost and you're feelin' alone, Just remember, my friend, you're never on your own. 'Cause there's hope in the dust, and it's callin' your name, Keep on walkin', you'll find it again. Yeah, there's hope in the dust.

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If you pave your driveway, it's your own asphalt, Mixed the tar wrong, now it won’t even dry, Stepped outside and got stuck like a fly. If you pave your driveway, it's your own asphalt. If you pave your driveway, it's your own asphalt, Laid it down lumpy, now it’s rough as a trail, Even Amazon stopped deliverin’ my mail. If you pave your driveway, it's your own asphalt. If you pave your driveway, it's your own asphalt, (if you pave your driveway, it's your own asphalt) If you pave your driveway, it's your own asphalt, Wife took one look, said, "It’s all your fault!" If you pave your driveway, it's your own asphalt. (if you pave your driveway, it's your own asphalt)

[verse 1] Thought we'd laugh, it was all in fun, Didn't know the damage I had done. Your silence hit me hard today, I'd give anything to take it away. [Chorus] You know I'm sorry, I messed up bad, Never meant to make you feel this sad. Should've known better, should' ve thought it through, Can we fix what's broken, me and you? [Verse 2] That joke I played, it went too far, Now l' m left here with this heavy scar. I see the hurt that filled your eyes, Now all I want is to make things right. [Chorus] You know Im sorry, I messed up bad, Never meant to make you feel this sad. Should've known better, should' ve thought it through, Can we fix what's broken, me and you? [Bridge] I know trust ain't easy to repair, But l' m here for you, l'll always care. If I could turn back time, I swear I would, To make it right and be understood. [Verse 3] I miss your laugh, your light so bright, It's been too quiet since that night. I hope you'll hear this sorry song, And know l've loved you all along.

Well, Aziz’s got a ride, a real old gem, A ‘67 Impala, it’s his best friend, Chrome shining bright under the big ol’ sun, He drives through the streets, man, he’s on the run. With a rumble in the engine, it’s music to his ears, He’s rollin’ with the top down, kickin’ back his fears, Got his buddy Saleh, they’re playin’ Roblox all night, Building worlds together, everything feels right. Aziz and his Impala, they’re the perfect pair, Cruisin’ down the road without a single care, With Saleh by his side, and Mohammed in the game, They’re takin’ on Valhalla, but it’s never quite the same. Oh, life’s good, in the country sun, Aziz, his Impala, and the friends he’s won. Mohammed’s on the screen, his brother’s all in, They’re fightin’ in Valhalla, feelin’ like kings, Axes and swords, they’re ready for the storm, Takin’ on the battles ‘til the break of dawn. Aziz takes a break, feels that wheel in his hand, He’s back in his Impala, drivin’ through the land, Saleh’s in the back, laughin’ all the way, They’re rollin’ down the highway, where the memories stay. Aziz and his Impala, they’re the perfect pair, Cruisin’ down the road without a single care, With Saleh by his side, and Mohammed in the game, They’re takin’ on Valhalla, but it’s never quite the same. Oh, life’s good, in the country sun, Aziz, his Impala, and the friends he’s won. Yeah, they might be online, but they’re together in spirit, Aziz in his Impala, man, you can’t beat it, With Saleh on the headset, and Mohammed by his side, They’re livin’ their best life, in the countryside. Aziz and his Impala, they’re the perfect pair, Cruisin’ down the road without a single care, With Saleh by his side, and Mohammed in the game, They’re takin’ on Valhalla, but it’s never quite the same. Oh, life’s good, in the country sun, Aziz, his Impala, and the friends he’s won. Aziz and his Impala, just ridin’ free, With Saleh and Mohammed, just livin’ wild and easy. Yeah, in that old Chevy, they’re headed down the track, Together, through the games and life, they’ll never look back.

Yes, it's Monday, and you are very tired, but that's okay! Oh yeah, it's Monday, but you are in the art room doing art, so it's awesome! Don't be sad, don't be tired, be creative, because you are doing art and you are so lucky! Don't forget that you should bring me treats, like boba tea and chocolate. So, get your creative juices flowing!

we go out west for gods' redemption Crossin’ the plains, let's get imbedded With the Gospel spread, I want nonfiction, Heading out west, it’s a way of thinking! I’m on the move, yeah, I’m on a mission, Through the dust and the storm, no time for wishin’. I’m feelin’ alive, I’ve got the faith to show, Pack up the wagon, we’re ready to go! g-o-t-o- g-o-d, let’s hit the trail, Through the wild, through the wind, we’ll never fail. Rivers to cross, valleys to roam, Missionaries movin’—yeah, we’re goin’ home! Got the Word in my hand, and the sun in my eyes, We’re heading’ to Utah, under open skies. Through the mountains high, and the rivers wide, We’re makin’ our way, with the Lord as our guide. I’m on the move, yeah, I’m on a mission, No lookin’ back, no second-guessin’, With faith in my soul, we’ll never be low, Pack up the wagon, let’s go, let’s go! g-o-t-o- g-o-d, let’s hit the trail, Through the wild, through the wind, we’ll never fail. Rivers to cross, valleys to roam, Missionaries movin’—yeah, we’re goin’ home! I can feel the fire, it’s burnin’ bright, We’ll light up the night with the Word in sight. From the plains to the mountains, we’ll pave the way, Spreading hope and love every single day. g-o-t-o- g-o-d let’s hit the trail, through the wild, through the wind, we’ll never fail. Rivers to cross, valleys to roam, Missionaries movin’—yeah, we’re goin’ home! g-o-t-o- g-o-d, let’s make it known, Through every step, we’re not alone. Missionaries movin’, with hearts aglow, We’re settlin’ in the west, now let’s go, go, go!

[Verse] Ko Maieid, ka sngi ba kyrpang jongphi, U Blei un kyrkhu, un synran ia phi. Ha ka lyer, ha u slap, ha ka sngi ba shai, Phi la iaid da ka jingngeit kaba phyrnai. [Chorus] To ngin pynsan ia ki dohnud, ngin ai burom i'U Blei, Na ka bynta jong phi, uba shlur bad uba dei. Phi long u nongrim, ka jingshai jong ngi, Ko Maieid, ka jingkyrkhu ha kane ka pyrthei! [Verse] Phi la hikai, ia ngi shaphang ka jingieit jong U, Ban ieng skhem ha ki por ba jynjar. Da ka mynsiem kaba jylliew, da ka jingtrei shitom, Phi long ka jingshai, ka jingkyrkhu ia ngi. [Chorus] To ngin pynsan ia ki dohnud, ngin ai burom i'U Blei, Na ka bynta jong phi, uba shlur bad uba dei. Phi long u nongrim, ka jingshai jong ngi, Ko Maieid, ka jingkyrkhu ha kane ka pyrthei! [Bridge] Ki snem ki la jam, ka jingieit U Blei ka neh, Phi ieng ha ka hok, U la kdup ia phi. Ka iing ka sem ka dap da ka jingsuk, Mynta ngin ai burom bad kyrkhu ia phi. [Outro] Nang jam shakhmat, nang dap da ka jingshai, U Blei un synran ha ki sngi kiba dang wan. Ko Maieid, ka jingkyrkhu jong ngi, Hynriewphew san snem ba dap da ka jingkmen!

Verse 1: I'm driving up to the school gate, Heart's pounding, it's half past three, Got my playlist on repeat, To drown out my anxiety. Pre-Chorus: The playground's a battlefield, With cliques and groups so tight, I'm just a lone wolf parent, Trying to make it through the night. Chorus: Oh, I'm the awkward parent, Standing by the tree, Avoiding all the small talk, Just trying to break free. From the mums with teeth whitening, And the dads with their boats, I'm the awkward parent, In my old, worn-out coat. Verse 2: The fashionistas in their activewear, Discussing the latest trends, While I'm here in my old jeans, Just trying to blend in. Pre-Chorus: The sports dads talk about the game, I nod and smile, pretend, But all I really want to do, Is pick up my kid and end. Chorus: Oh, I'm the awkward parent, Standing by the tree, Avoiding all the small talk, Just trying to break free. From the mums with teeth whitening, And the dads with their boats, I'm the awkward parent, In my old, worn-out coat. Bridge: The art mums with their crafty plans, The tech dads with their gadgets grand, I just want to disappear, But here I am, year after year. The dads in plain t-shirts, Talking 'bout their cars, While I'm just standing here, Dreaming of the stars. Chorus: Oh, I'm the awkward parent, Standing by the tree, Avoiding all the small talk, Just trying to break free. From the mums with teeth whitening, And the dads with their boats, I'm the awkward parent, In my old, worn-out coat. Outro: So here's to all the introverts, Who brave the schoolyard scene, We may be awkward parents, But we're doing the best we've been. Oh, we're the awkward parents, And that's just fine with me.