Song | The Burden of Freedom |
Artist | Kris Kristofferson |
Album | This Old Road |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kristofferson | |
I stand on the stairway, my back to the dungeon | |
The doorway to freedom so close to my hand | |
Voices behind me still bitterly damn me | |
For seeking salvation they don't understand | |
Lord, help me to shoulder the burden of freedom | |
And give me the courage to be what I can | |
And when I am wounded by those who condemn me | |
Lord, help me forgive them, they don't understand | |
Their lonely frustration, descending to laughter | |
Erases the footprints I leave in the sand | |
And I'm free to travel where no one can follow | |
In search of the kingdom they don't understand | |
Lord, help me to shoulder the burden of freedom | |
And give me the courage to be what I can | |
And when I have wounded the last one who loved me | |
God, help her forgive me, I don't understand |
zuo ci : Kristofferson | |
I stand on the stairway, my back to the dungeon | |
The doorway to freedom so close to my hand | |
Voices behind me still bitterly damn me | |
For seeking salvation they don' t understand | |
Lord, help me to shoulder the burden of freedom | |
And give me the courage to be what I can | |
And when I am wounded by those who condemn me | |
Lord, help me forgive them, they don' t understand | |
Their lonely frustration, descending to laughter | |
Erases the footprints I leave in the sand | |
And I' m free to travel where no one can follow | |
In search of the kingdom they don' t understand | |
Lord, help me to shoulder the burden of freedom | |
And give me the courage to be what I can | |
And when I have wounded the last one who loved me | |
God, help her forgive me, I don' t understand |
zuò cí : Kristofferson | |
I stand on the stairway, my back to the dungeon | |
The doorway to freedom so close to my hand | |
Voices behind me still bitterly damn me | |
For seeking salvation they don' t understand | |
Lord, help me to shoulder the burden of freedom | |
And give me the courage to be what I can | |
And when I am wounded by those who condemn me | |
Lord, help me forgive them, they don' t understand | |
Their lonely frustration, descending to laughter | |
Erases the footprints I leave in the sand | |
And I' m free to travel where no one can follow | |
In search of the kingdom they don' t understand | |
Lord, help me to shoulder the burden of freedom | |
And give me the courage to be what I can | |
And when I have wounded the last one who loved me | |
God, help her forgive me, I don' t understand |