MARK BUMGARNER

Lyrics

My Cross To Bear

What’s done is done….No turning back
You can bury the truth but you can’t hide the fact
Blood on my hands….Can’t wash’em clean
May all that remains, remain unseen

I hear the wind a howling through the weeping willow trees
Whispering the secret that’s forever haunting me
A constant reminder of my pain and despair
But that’s my cross to bear

See the birds on high….Circling o’er the hill
Where I left him on that dreadful day lying cold and still
Now I’m hanging by a thread….Unraveling at the seems
Praying that someday that I’ll awaken from this dream

I hear the wind a howling through the weeping willow trees
Whispering the secret that’s forever haunting me
A constant reminder of my pain and despair
But that’s my cross to bear
That’s my cross to bear

On that day of judgment, there’ll be no place to hide
When I meet my maker, will I be justified

I hear the wind a howling through the weeping willow trees
Whispering the secret that’s forever haunting me
A constant reminder of my pain and despair
But that’s my cross to bear
That’s my cross to bear
That’s my cross to bear

Mark Bumgarner
Charles Humphrey III
©2013