quinta-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2011

Last Rain .

Those getting down, get down right between my dreams and hopes
Slip trought my fingers like the memories i left
Go to the ground hitting my heart like the pain of my soul
Torments away like the river they rise ,taking my life and mercy with
Then for me there's only the weak cloud of questions above
That's what's in the way of horizon of madness and luxury ...
By god, why does this rain is'nt the last ?
...


By : G.Radke *-*

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