- Language of the Master -
All over me
My wishes are touching
the moon
They are the longings
of my heart
The reflections
of my soul
In there, a still voice is speaking
Down to earth
Words are streaming in endless love
Where are the ears
To hear the silent whispering
From a bleeding, caring heart?
All over me
My wishes are touching
the moon
They are the longings
of my heart
The reflections
of my soul
When dreams become reality
in the deepest darkness of the night
I can see eyes lighting up
mirrors taking over
Where are the eyes
to see emotions flowing
from a fighting, wounded soul?
Do you hear the language of the master
his powerful words
his silent screams?
Do you see the caring of the master
his bleeding hands
his running feet
Do you ever want to know
his heart
his life
Once, when life ends
My am will bow
and kneel
cause I’ll understand
The language of the Master
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| Auteur: Godsend | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 juli 2005 | ||
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