Creeping Death

sobota, 18 kwietnia 2009

XII



I need your arms to welcome me,
take that sorrow away from here,
make happy place for us,
don't let anyone crush it down.

Stay with me in this wicked place,
the clouds are darkening these days.
Don't let me down,
don't let me down.

Take a look above,
the mist's movin' on.
Don't let me cry,
don't let me die.

After the storm
the sunrise is on.
We must be trusting,
and even the days will be changed forever,
we should to remember:
"nothing is on without reason,
and sunrise is on after the storm,
'cause what don't kill you,
make you more strong!"

Think about it
until it's done!


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