Carried, Forgiven, and all that was
Carried on hands Of golden clovers
Forgiven and trusted with all
The universe to give away or sell
With only dust and rocks in return
For all is given in a moment of sanity
But destroyed by the one of purity
Longing for a return of heart
The silent flame scorching from desire
The desire to just be loved
From this day forward
And further more I long
And question if the flower wasn't fake
If only my inner fires could burn it down
Still longing for the fulfillment
Of the hole where my heart is
-Centaurus-
Forgiven and trusted with all
The universe to give away or sell
With only dust and rocks in return
For all is given in a moment of sanity
But destroyed by the one of purity
Longing for a return of heart
The silent flame scorching from desire
The desire to just be loved
From this day forward
And further more I long
And question if the flower wasn't fake
If only my inner fires could burn it down
Still longing for the fulfillment
Of the hole where my heart is
-Centaurus-
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| Auteur: -Centaurus- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 november 2009 | ||
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