Water and fire, dusk and dawn
A lonely heart's cry, like a wolf's song
Breathe into me, let this dead soul rise
Save me from a fiery demise
With You I want to dance, for You I want to sing
O death where are your shackles; and hurt where is your sting?
My shadows run; yet my scars remain
They are my story, not a guilty stain
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
Water and fire, dusk and dawn
A lonely heart's cry, like a wolf's song
Breathe into me, let this dead soul rise
Save me from a fiery demise
With You I want to dance, for You I want to sing
O death where are your shackles; and hurt where is your sting?
My shadows run; yet my scars remain
They are my story, not a guilty stain
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