Christa Wells

You work to be loved You love to be known You know how to hurt You hurt on your own But your soul is a desert You've dried up the pools That've kept you alive They were never intended For long-term survival Your soul is a desert And your eyes are an

I'm afraid of the space where you suffer Where you sit in the smoke and the burn I can't handle the choke or the danger Of my own foolish, inadequate words I'll be right outside if you need me Right outside What can I bring to your fire? Shall I sing

Little hands on a June evening/ As the stars are coming out/ He wants to capture fireflies,/ But he doesn't know how/ Tears run faster than those little feet/ Til Daddy says// Trust me, we can catch some light if we/ Have our eyes open when it comes/

Brother, he's suffered like a tree taken down Wept as he witnessed his dreams carved out And how can a man just keep walking around With his heart full of holes But ooh, His bow is on the strings And the tune resonates in the open space To show us ho

Panning For Gold - Christa Wells I go to the riverbed, shoes on the shore I'm shaking a little bit, hardly know what for Oh, and the water's cloudy as the sky I'm looking for answers in the riverbed of life I'm panning for gold, I'm panning for gold