daughter of love

noel

Mitglied
Oh beauty daughter of love

I embrace your cry
and than we fly... away
cause
there´s no more stay
We couldn´t hide
our love... our pride
so I try to smell
the taste of hell

I will fight against
the worry words
they imprint in you
with vocal swords

And when your tears flow
when they swell and grow
we rise on your billow
to top of a willow

So high above
so near the sky
passion and pride
will make us fly
 



 
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