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Oct 2018
In the darkest hour
In a lonely night
With the roaring thunder
I begged and cried
Drowned with the tears and words
That Whispers through the wind
Caress of the cold to my skin,
It burned me to ashes,
Then bring me to death

In a stormy night
The devil's rise
I let it in, i let it burn,
Engrave me my name
Cut deeper into my arm,
I found home in the chaos
But to whom I search my soul?

I am a fallen
I am doomed
Shutted by everything
And now I became the pieces that cannot be connected

Maybe, I'm a dead living
Afraid of dark
But much afraid of light
Dwelling in a war of hope

Wake me with the sky so blue
And the moon so bright
Hug me with the tenderness i must feel,
Teach me the words to show,
Plant me the heart i need.
Then, Let me grow, Let me live
Help me out.
Even when the road is rough we must still look at some point to put hope in ourselves.
carlota
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