When you came into my mind
I was many years so dead
And you whispered: Come alive
But I couldn't resurrect
And you cried for so long
Praying for my lost soul
Hoping God would hear your song
No mirracle happend though
Sweet child, mourning me,
Your hopeless love will flee
I'm dead, but you are free
To die another day.
Letting go
© Copyright: Кандид Слэйв, 2006
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