Love is knocking in the door,
And this sound tickle nerve.
It pour heart in velvet gore,
And giving us a lot of verve.
But sometimes, isn't all OK,
When it come to you too late,
Or, through the tears everyday,
It cause you mind to badly state.
Despite that all have opposite,
You going down... and very fast,
Besides, your hell is only feet
To love forever her, have trust.
My broken hope prove to dream up,
Heart have a lot of bleeding wounds.
Nobody can get me truth by sup,
All that I need. No differ sounds.
On that way I stay alone,
Before the massive gate
Like stranger or the bone,
See no existence, fate.
Love is knocking in the door...
Like the sadness at the night.
I stay at home with broken hope,
When my free soul want to fly.
22.12.06
Broken Hope
© Copyright: Велиал, 2006
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