In a dark room lives me,
Hoping my final move will set me free...
This is me,
Stripped down to the core...
How did you fall so far from grace?
And land right next to me...
A free pale dove flies over your head,
With white feathered wings as heavy as lead...
His arms wrapped around my delicate frame,
His hand resting on my hip, the other on my bare...
Promise me you'll see my tears when i cry? Because right now you dont see me at all... |