The fight
To see how muth it hurts
To feel it, like a knife
Pray for unsaid words
Hoping to survive
Then a heartbeat
A dead whisper in the dark
The only hand I need
Disapearing with a spark
Then that precious sound
Dreams are passing by
I know we can not win
No matter how we try
But we will
We'll hold on with help of love
We're standing still
To feel it, like a knife
Pray for unsaid words
Hoping to survive
Then a heartbeat
A dead whisper in the dark
The only hand I need
Disapearing with a spark
Then that precious sound
Dreams are passing by
I know we can not win
No matter how we try
But we will
We'll hold on with help of love
We're standing still
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| Auteur: OpenDreams | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 april 2011 | ||
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