terça-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2014

Red Sky

Red clouds coming out
As the sky turns blue
A fading star wipe the notes away
Empties my head
Avoid the tragic fate
Now the sky turned gray
Will the story be the same
When it begins to pour down

Eyes dry
Curled, all alone
No home
Hungry and dirty
Sleepless
So much more than empty

The birds have woken
A vision that's so clear
Red still carved on the skin
Cold, sweaty, shaken
Is this ending or beginning
When alone I'll hurt myself
Coming to the golden shine, know
Together both shall be...

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