Monday 25 October 2010 photo 1/2
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I can hear a voice inside my head screaming for freedom
Telling me to raise from my grave
My tears are of blood
And my hart of stone
Death are my friend and carries my soul
I am not dead I am still here
To see the world change around me
To watch you cry in loneliness
But to give you a light when you need it the most
To help you to the end of the road
And take your soul when you time comes
A bite of the poison apple and the journey will end
Black birds surrounds me
Telling me about your world
Just like the wind in my hair
My journey doesn’t end here
It never does
I can hear a voice inside my head screaming for freedom
Telling me to raise from my grave
My tears are of blood
And my hart of stone
Death are my friend and carries my soul
I am not dead I am still here
To see the world change around me
To watch you cry in loneliness
But to give you a light when you need it the most
To help you to the end of the road
And take your soul when you time comes
A bite of the poison apple and the journey will end
Black birds surrounds me
Telling me about your world
Just like the wind in my hair
My journey doesn’t end here
It never does
Annons