8 acessos
There comes the wind and you sail
from this moaning, arid shore
to the dreaming sea where the waves can get so high
did you make your boat too frail
is it too hard to catch the wind
don`t stray from the stream of beaming light
set this child to grow free
angels wont hold me, they breach what has grown
me heart of our sorrows, now own me
angels wont hold me, they breach what has grown
me heart of our sorrows, now own me
image on the mirror
its nothing what you where hoping for
just tears from the father are here for the son
feeling nothing but scorn
no banners to welcome you
dreams never ours, never in bond
set this child to grow free
angels wont hold me, they breach what has grown
me heart of our sorrows, now own me
angels wont hold me, they breach what has grown
me heart of our sorrows, now own me