Me
On the hill in the darkness
You
Upside down in your thoughts
We
Try to send special signals
But they
Stick so deep in your throat
Run
Through your tunnels of madness
And I
Will be the light in the end
Believe
Words make probably no sense
But wait
You finally will catch my hand.
Waking up
The landscape and the nature;
Start to sing
Birds that fly up above.
I'm asleep
But inside I'm still waiting
That you'll come
With pure mind and warm heart.
Faith
© Copyright: Софи Руш, 2013
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