'Till the days of love
'Till the days of love
Will heal my soul
Still the pain inside
And make me whole
I'll find myself
With a secret desire
To let the red rain clean
And my veins unwire
To have salvation in my arms
And let it fly away
Hard to understand for those unknown
Unknown to a life's final day
Even if luck is holding my hands
I won't know until then
When the rain turns white and cleans my arms
'Till the days of love come find me again..
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Teared Out: | Maandag, mei 09, 2005 14:20 |
| Mooooooooi, maar; Those days of love Will find you again, my dear. Even if it seems not. (Voorbestemming, niet waar?) Liefs, en een knuffel, |
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| Auteur: Mysticelfje |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 februari 2005 | ||
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