Before me, in solitude
Clouds of grey paint the sky
My arms open, my soul broken
I open my eyes, tears unleasled
The wind bring me your scent
I savour you deepest emotions
In the twilight, i am awake
My dreams, never so pure
The dying flowers of the winter
Theirs fading grace, untouched
Immaculate beauty of the sadness
Caress my empty thoughts
The tender touch of awaken memories
My fallen fears, in the past they rest
Like the fragile leaf taken by the wind
My spirit wonders throught free, alone
Restless the night embrace me
Makes trees hold me in their wormth
The moonlight throught the branches
Dancing shadows...
Clouds of grey paint the sky
My arms open, my soul broken
I open my eyes, tears unleasled
The wind bring me your scent
I savour you deepest emotions
In the twilight, i am awake
My dreams, never so pure
The dying flowers of the winter
Theirs fading grace, untouched
Immaculate beauty of the sadness
Caress my empty thoughts
The tender touch of awaken memories
My fallen fears, in the past they rest
Like the fragile leaf taken by the wind
My spirit wonders throught free, alone
Restless the night embrace me
Makes trees hold me in their wormth
The moonlight throught the branches
Dancing shadows...
Take my hand...
Escrito por Pedro Martins
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