May thunders and lightings fall upon my bones, I want to become dust,
I yearn to be home,
oh heaven oh heaven
Or hell
Could them be my home?
I feel lost in these streets that I have crossed, i feel like I walked trough fire but I did not get burn,
oh god I feel, I feel and it hurts
But it's not my skin that aches,
not my heart but my soul,
It hurts
Thus thunders and lightings fall upon my bones, I want to become dust,
I want to be home
Or rather I want to be nothing
Just gone.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
May thunders and lightings fall upon my bones, I want to become dust,
I yearn to be home,
oh heaven oh heaven
Or hell
Could them be my home?
I feel lost in these streets that I have crossed, i feel like I walked trough fire but I did not get burn,
oh god I feel, I feel and it hurts
But it's not my skin that aches,
not my heart but my soul,
It hurts
Thus thunders and lightings fall upon my bones, I want to become dust,
I want to be home
Or rather I want to be nothing
Just gone.