She likes to walk naked
along the midnight river
for there is a nightmare
denying her sleep
She´s trying to drown it
in depths of the water
but all the drowned fears
keep living indeed
Like moon to the sky
she keeps coming back
a figure of an angel
a statue made of steel
She parleys with her demons
to call off their threats
In clothes she was born with
her soul comes out to heal
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
She likes to walk naked
along the midnight river
for there is a nightmare
denying her sleep
She´s trying to drown it
in depths of the water
but all the drowned fears
keep living indeed
Like moon to the sky
she keeps coming back
a figure of an angel
a statue made of steel
She parleys with her demons
to call off their threats
In clothes she was born with
her soul comes out to heal
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