Denise Chaila – Chaila | #Courage2020

Music is Therapy




Lyrics
Understand the things I say
Don’t turn away from me
‘Cause I spent half my life out there
You wouldn’t disagree
D’you see me?
D’you see?
Do you like me?
Do you like me standing there?
D’you notice?
D’you know?
Do you see me?
Do you see me?
Does anyone care?
Unhappiness
Where’s when I was young
And we didn’t give a damn
‘Cause we were raised
To see life as fun
And take it if we can
My mother
My mother she’d hold me
She’d hold me
When I was out there
My father
My father he liked me
Oh, he liked me
Does anyone care?
Understand what I’ve become
It wasn’t my design
And people everywhere think
Something better than I am
I miss you
I miss ’cause I liked it
‘Cause I liked it
When I was out there
D’you know this?
D’you know?
You did not find me
You did not find
Does anyone care?
Unhappiness
Where’s when I was young
And we didn’t give a damn
‘Cause we were raised
To see life as fun
And take it if we can
My mother
My mother she’d hold me
She’d hold me
When I was out there
My father
My father he liked me
Oh, he liked me
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Dolores Mary O’riordan / Noel Anthony Hogan

Lyrics
I wanna make
Something beautiful
For you and from you
To show you
To show you
I adore you
Oh you
And your journey
Towards me
Which I see
And I see
All you push through
Mad for you
And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah, but you know the soul
And you know what makes it gold
You give life through blood
Blood, blood
Blood, blood
Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you
‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you
With the Bible, I stole
I know you forgave my soul because
Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve
And I think we’re agreed
That it should have been free
And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
Days without number
Now can a bride forget her jewels?
Or a maid her ornaments?
Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number
Days without number
And in their want
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Sinead O Connor
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