Inspiration,
from the deepest,
darkest,
caverns of the lonely soul.
That's the inspiration,
that will guide you,
to your rightheous home.
Every situation,
hesitated with a faithfull groan,
will lead you to a place to grow.
somewhere safe
where your alone.
All the desperation.
The voice among singing crowd,
leads us to a destination,
leads us to the life we own.
Still all the hesitation,
the falling of the drowning word
leads us to sorry chorus
all the broken words we've heard.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC
Inspiration,
from the deepest,
darkest,
caverns of the lonely soul.
That's the inspiration,
that will guide you,
to your rightheous home.
Every situation,
hesitated with a faithfull groan,
will lead you to a place to grow.
somewhere safe
where your alone.
All the desperation.
The voice among singing crowd,
leads us to a destination,
leads us to the life we own.
Still all the hesitation,
the falling of the drowning word
leads us to sorry chorus
all the broken words we've heard.
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