8 acessos
I lean my head against the glass of the chilled, cold window.
Feel of cold pulls me back to memories of the past;
I fell down on the ground, colored stones with my blood...
I saw myself from a far, my wounded head glowing red;
I wanted so to let go but something still held me down...
I await for the rain to wash away the pain;
Down by grace all the fears I face everyday...
I walk alone my path in emptiness of the night;
Under the darkened and painweighted cloud of life.
I close my eyes from the world, mourning in the hearts of wise;
Painweighted and sorrow filled; still I wait for the grave...
I await for the rain to wash away the pain;
Down by grace all the fears I face everyday...
Painweighted...
I walk alone my path in emptiness of the night;
Under the darkened and painweighted cloud of life.