sábado, 7 de febrero de 2015

Tender Rain...

Come to me,
oh tender rain...
Let me be my guard...
please be my only sword...

I just want you to feel
the truth inside my word.

Today is the date
we're gonna slain the pain...

Who cares about height,
thoughness or weight...

The melody of the rain
is my only weapon
against the brink of death.

Walking 24/7
with my head running the Indies.

I won't get outta here
since that start begins to link.
I just wanna go far with this choice...
I don't want any sword but you,
oh, echo of my voice.

So, help me, tender rain
to push away the pain
and walking along my soul
to find a brand new day.

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