Death can fly
The bird has flown high up in the thin air
My breath has lost it's last sparkle of hope
I'll have to await my deathsentence silently
My prayers are lost in the black coffin
Buried deep under me
Beneath my calm water I turn never the more
Death flashes before my eyes - I surrender
Small boxes with priceless hearts on sale
This one I specially offer - ripped from my chest today
Has got a lot to offer, more than I can bear
At the top of my lungs I try to scream
But it turns to whispers deep within
I'll hold my breath untill hope has returned
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| Auteur: Melodramatically |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 januari 2007 | ||
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