Libre (Libre)
Identificateur : Libre
Inscrit: 5-2008
| | Envoyé mardi 07 juillet 2009 - 21h49: | |
Norwegian cat, norwegfian food.
Norwegian heart, norwegian wood.
All i can do all i can stand
For my soul is fading away...
give me some hope. May be your hand?
Shallow sorrow brings you the rain
that you wish for, that you cherrished
I took a path that I haunted
I wish i could slide to my grave
for nobody do really care.
We are so weak, we are all slave
of memorie? Or something fair?
Are we just dust? Are we a Light?
A sun arises above one's head
we never see, we blind our sight
for we are none, for we are dead.
2009 |