12 November 2008
Inga ord
Finns inget bättre en en sång som förklara hur man känner när man inte finner ord....
Everywhere I'm turning Nothing seems complete I stand up and I'm searching For the better part of me I hang my head from sorrow Slave to humanity I wear it on my shoulders Gotta find the strength in m
And with a broken wing She still sings She keeps an eye on the sky With a broken wing She carries her dreams
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