domingo, 13 de marzo de 2011

standing- by
a broken tree
her-hands are all twisted
She's pointing at me
I was damned by-the light
coming, over all-i see
Spoke with a voice that
Disrupted the sky
She said walk on over here
to, a bit of shade
I will wrap you in my arms
and always stay
Let me sign

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