Broken Wings
Broken wings
Rest in my arms broken bird,
Your wings won’t take you home.
Not unless you let me help you.
I won’t hurt or keep you imprisoned.
I’ll only patch you up and give you freedom.
So that you can soar on those beautiful wings.
What I ask is just a small favor,
Stop by now and then,
And tell me of your world..
Rest in my arms broken bird,
Your wings won’t take you home.
Not unless you let me help you.
I won’t hurt or keep you imprisoned.
I’ll only patch you up and give you freedom.
So that you can soar on those beautiful wings.
What I ask is just a small favor,
Stop by now and then,
And tell me of your world..
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| danielle de rooy: | Donderdag, mei 03, 2001 19:51 |
| I hope he does.. love,Daantje |
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| Daantje: | Donderdag, mei 03, 2001 16:32 |
| love this...... Daantje |
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