I Call To The Angels,
I Call To The Fates,
I'm On My Knees Begging,
While The Concrete Grates.
I Ask For A Sign,
I Will For An Answer,
On Doubt I Dine,
I'm Not A Chancer.
I Wilt In The Rain,
I Rise In The Light,
Life Is Like Pain,
We All Bare That Fight.
So What Is The Meaning,
Which Way Is Right,
Overbalanced I'm Leaning,
I Break In The Night.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
I Call To The Angels,
I Call To The Fates,
I'm On My Knees Begging,
While The Concrete Grates.
I Ask For A Sign,
I Will For An Answer,
On Doubt I Dine,
I'm Not A Chancer.
I Wilt In The Rain,
I Rise In The Light,
Life Is Like Pain,
We All Bare That Fight.
So What Is The Meaning,
Which Way Is Right,
Overbalanced I'm Leaning,
I Break In The Night.
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