The blessed with broken wings..
I saw an angel,
Lying on the street..
Her wings were broken,
Her head facing at the crowd..
They all want a piece of her..
Of her health, her strength, her love..
Her eyes were facing the sky,
Begging for a relief..
She tries to fly..
Just to fall, and fall again..
She reaches out to the never satisfied crowd,
And wonders, is there a Saviour, for the blessed?
Lying on the street..
Her wings were broken,
Her head facing at the crowd..
They all want a piece of her..
Of her health, her strength, her love..
Her eyes were facing the sky,
Begging for a relief..
She tries to fly..
Just to fall, and fall again..
She reaches out to the never satisfied crowd,
And wonders, is there a Saviour, for the blessed?
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| ela: | Dinsdag, november 23, 2010 00:32 |
| Als de Hengel ter aarde ligt, staat het kwaad op een sokkel. ela |
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| Auteur: Wicked Rose | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 november 2010 | ||
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