Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Brawny Step Can Trash Bags



Let the rain comes here,
let the storm burns my fears,
let me run as a free horse in love,
let me grab a dream I've done time needle;

I watch the white paper lighting a cigarette,
of empty words and full of nothing, I'll light
More Than This poison,
I'll watch my papers and I'll hear my mind crying.

I love to make music, I do it
to be the man I would Want To Be,
as a gun as I am, I'll light the dark in an
moment of madness ..

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