When I was young
And didn’t have spots on my eyes,
My soul was open, life was fun,
I wasn’t used to stupid lies.
And ever since I haven’t met
No one like you, bright morning star,
And ever since I haven’t let
No one into my broken heart.
I stood alone and faced the world,
Which tried to put me on my knees.
And sell my love, my precious gold,
And bury down my memories
I’ve tried so hard to fight against
With all my strength and my belief,
But didn’t have enough of faith…
And had to change… will you forgive?
2005
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I have a chance to speek with you
But used it hardly ever.
Елена Зинукова 03.01.2006 14:43 Заявить о нарушении