The night, the darkness by my side
The child, without an eye
The love of his life, oh, wished always by my side
The war, with words or with myself again
The coldness, is here to stay
The heart, with a hole to breathe
The life, what, say again
The shade, only if the sun had shown that day..
The high, the lowest lows
To live unknown
The red moon still glows..
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February 16, 2005 : 1:31 AM
