14 août 2007

°° Fighting the angel

A child is cryingLeave thisEnd that all please A child is wrinkledHidden with glitterGo back to youth A child is screamingTrying to reach itNobody to care about A child on his kneesWaiting for his fearsTools to go flyingWings made of tears A child dressed in blackLay down Hangin' on some lackWhere he could drown A ghost of a childFighting his angelJumped in the crowd dites moi si fautes il y a ^^
Posté par God_Schizo à 17:39 - Commentaires [0] - Permalien [#]