Please be kind
To my sorrow
Tame your light
Upon the hollow
Where can I justify my mind?
Where are the crippled of my kind?
Write me
Songs in the sky
Comfort from above
Feed my deny
And give me shelter
From the pain
Shining wise
On my shiver
and the rest I couldnt find
Glimmering eyes
Grey and silver
Reflecting colours of my mind
Write me
Songs in the sky
Comfort from above
Feed my deny
And give me shelter
From the pain
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