darlings of god truth, darlings of waterproof silence.
Dawns of dust, lighten by thunder.
Drums we need, guitars we speak.
I speak with clean tung, you speak with black one.
I live my life thrue the drums of truth, play the guitar of broken souls.
Music rings in my ears, the solo i played rings in my head.
Snowstorm, warm weather, sun is not yet up.
Love comes love goes, when do i know it stays?
Guessing, lurking, working with my grey little ones.
Right, wrong, gues what, i dont know anything.
Life death eternity, they all seems to be an eternity of hoping.
Its winter now, and im still not warm...
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