Oh girl we are the same
we are young and lost and so afraid
there?s no cure for the pain
no shelter from the rain
All our prayers seem to fail
In joy and sorrow my home´s in your arms
in world so hollow
it is breaking my heart
in joy and sorrow my home´s in your amrs
in world so hollow
it is breaking my heart
Oh girl we are the same
we are strong and blessed and so brave
with souls to be saved
and faith regained
all our tears wipe away
In joy and sorrow my home´s in your arms
in world so hollow
it is breaking my heart
in joy and sorrow my home´s in your arms
in world so hollow
it is breaking my heart
In joy and sorrow my home´s in your arms
in world so hollow
it is breaking my heart
in joy and sorrow my home´s in your arms
in world so hollow
it is breaking my heart
and my home´s in your arms
and it is breaking my heart
my home´s in your arms
and it is breaking my heart
we are young and lost and so afraid
there?s no cure for the pain
no shelter from the rain
All our prayers seem to fail
In joy and sorrow my home´s in your arms
in world so hollow
it is breaking my heart
in joy and sorrow my home´s in your amrs
in world so hollow
it is breaking my heart
Oh girl we are the same
we are strong and blessed and so brave
with souls to be saved
and faith regained
all our tears wipe away
In joy and sorrow my home´s in your arms
in world so hollow
it is breaking my heart
in joy and sorrow my home´s in your arms
in world so hollow
it is breaking my heart
In joy and sorrow my home´s in your arms
in world so hollow
it is breaking my heart
in joy and sorrow my home´s in your arms
in world so hollow
it is breaking my heart
and my home´s in your arms
and it is breaking my heart
my home´s in your arms
and it is breaking my heart
1 comentario:
Alegría y dolor mi hogar en sus brazos en hueco del mundo...
hermoso!
sabes lo que pasa querido amigo... escribo jaja! pero ya no hay una fuente de inspiracion muy atractiva,e notado que cuando vivo muchas emociones fuertes y experiencias nuevas (tú sabes a lo que me refiero) quedo un poco indoliente, y cuando somos indolientes no podemos escribir, no existe sentimiento.
te mando unos de esos abrazos que soliamos darnos en hora de recreo y un beso como los que nos dabamos en la mañana.
elena.
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