My heart a stone
My soul a burden
My body a sin
My mind unrest
Give me the bliss of something I crave
Give me the kiss of my lost fever
Am I ready?
Am I worth of it?
The calm warmth of a soul
The calm whisper of your voice
Leave me in fear of what is to come
Leave me in fear of what I’ve unknowned
Grasp to feel
Grasp to make it real
My heart is so numb
My soul is now to be done
Broken Feather
quinta-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2012
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