World is their home

Walking this lonely avenue
Watching faces among bodies
Full mouth and empty eyes

Lord had sent us down here
But we are empty without a cry
The scries are glowing
They know nothing
What it feels to die inside

Streets see man lying there
As they sleep over the moon
The scries are glowing
They know nothing
How the world can be their home

7 comentários:

  1. a minha também, já cheguei a tomar 4 cafés por dia

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  2. Muito obrigada *.*

    Adorei, está lindo!

    Beijinhos,
    http://asgavetasdaminhacasaencantada.blogspot.com/

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  3. Obrigada ! :)
    Oh, não tem problema nenhum, eu compreendo

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  4. Espero que a tenha mesmo querida, bem que preciso...:x

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