When everything is gone..
There no light just like The Candle want..
Maybe everything's gone wrong...
When the tears tell the rain's falling down..
The angel...
Crying with alone...
Crying with no sound..
Crying with a fool..
A fool what all have done..
Run the shadow of the sun..
Run the tears with alone..
And the telling eyes the sorrow..
Gone a love and die it tomorrow..
Jak, 26 Oct 2008
Created by fonda
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