Traffic is roaring
Passing are moments
In an awful speed...
Trenching the sorrow
Days are staying hollow
Filled with the minutes not filled
I wanna cry at the traffic...
I wanna stop all this mad rhythm...
I wanna quiet all this great roar...
I wanna find
In Your loving arms
A home...
Traffic is boring
Each new of the moments
Are feeling like all of them did
Stretching the sorrow
Years're staying hollow
Filled with the weeks that seem unreal...
I wanna cry at the traffic...
I wanna stop all this mad rhythm...
I wanna quiet all this great roar...
I wanna find
In Your loving arms
A home...
I wanna
Cry over
All this
Wide roads:
Come on! We
Can turn to
The homely
Paths following
Our sure
Way....
There's the cure
From this madness...
Cry at the traffic
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