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Feathers

I woke up happy and cheerfull,
I felt the brightness of the sunlight,
I felt the tender fondle of the breeze,
I felt the life, and raised in flight.

Up in the sky, above the air,
and above the clowds i flew,
joy made me cry,
I saw the sky it never looked so blue,


Then the clowds went away,
letting the sun shine,
I couldnt stay,
the light made me blind.

The light that once was a relief,
was who reminded my fate,
was who ave me the belief,
was who drowned my hate.

The light was too bright,
my blood boiled,
my skin fell off,
my soul apoiled.

Tore down my trust,
I guess I wasn't that strong,
i guess that just
in heaven I don't belong.

It wasn't my right,
to fly that high,
inosence corrodes me,
I just fly up to the sky.

My wings burned,
it broke mt heart,
I died,
now my soul must part.

I went back to darkness,
in where I do belong,
my spirit vanished,
while dying we sang this song.
Categoría: Ingles | Ha añadido: andresjimenez (2008-12-20) | Autor: Andres Jimenez
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