Tuesday, January 26, 2010

You raised your hand again

That golden star is you, my dear
That burns your fingers skin
Every time you try to catch it

Every time your dream is real

I drove myself to nowhere
Lost in the forhead's weight of clouds
And guilt and hurt and sorrow

These are the bites of the tomorrows

And it burns, it burns, I know
As if the skin was thirst of fire
And fire claiming soil

To blossom like a flower

Forgive me now for what I say
I'll keep the blame for what you felt
If my eyes have shined the flame

And you raised your hand again

Forgive my sensless scream
Now that I talk while I should sleep
Whatching the confidence of strenght

Raising from silence and regret

Forgive my senseless scream
Now that I talk while I should sleep
You know surrenders night

Rebels the speachless of defeats

You're messed all up in thorns
While running through the fence
Breaking the glass to freedom

Across transparent pains

Your veins are drinking sorrow
From the tale of courage-scorpion
The sore pleas hugh of chains

These are the bites of the tomorrows

And it burns, it burns, I know
As if the skin was thirst of fire
And fire claiming soil

To blossom like a flower

Forgive me now for what I say
I'll keep the blame for what you felt
If my eyes have shined the flame

And you raised your hand again

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