miércoles, 6 de marzo de 2013

VI. Stranger in your soul

There... walking into walls, piercing through the pain... Here we are reaching trough the rain. I almost caught a glimpse brighter than the sky. A child grow, a stranger coming home.

And I can hear it now, every single word. And when I strain my voice I will be assured outside the storm. But here the big break that I might chance to dream. That I be awake. Awakening the stranger... in your soul...

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