Sun and rain and the field and marsh were all the same
In the plain of solitude hands waving freely by my side
No prayer on the lips, no worry on the mind
Found a feather of fire on the way
Took me to scale a mountain, it did
Have never felt so alive
But at the slighest rumble from the sky
My lips have only prayers and heart beats faster
Let not a drop of rain fall on it
Don't mind, holding tighter, the burns that may be, as I hold so tight
But let not a drop of rain fall on it.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
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Torrents have fallen and we are still here worry not my love we are a heavy rock, and nothing will move us
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