Satine
Reg.: 12 Lug 2002
Messaggi: 822
Da: Paris (es)
|  Inviato: 14-09-2002 21:54 |
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They'll scream it again and again
"She's YOUR daughter, yours!"
Sometimes your arms
are not warm enough to help your soul.
Sometimes their voice is just to strong
and breaks the walls.
Precious millions wasted.
Is this what my life
does really worth?
Will be my strenght stronger than fear?
Will you come again?
Will you come back to me?
Will I feel your deep beat again?
I'm still calling.
Still calling.
And I'm still poisoned.
While waiting in vain
I'm losign my mind
What kind of lighty breeze
will heal my wings?
I open my eyes
and you're so unreally here.
I've payed every single day
I'm so drunk of tears.
But I'd do it again
and again
just to see you once again.
Just to kiss you once again.
And for me that it was love.
And for me that it was love.
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"...but love is not a victory march... it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah..."
*Satine* |
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