A truth of me
par Dark Moor
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My sorrow is like
leaves flying in the air
when the wind strikes
blowing everywhere
and I can´t stay living in this tearful valley
so I just pray for having all the force
to be a stream leading it course
Flowing up to it´s source
But my love is for the only light
but my heart goes to standing right
If I could flee
from my sorry thoughts
like the rivers running slope down at last to be free
When I see
lovers who can dream
with sweet fancies that will never be
a truth of me
nobody can live
twice in just one time
Neither can give
Twice love in it´s prime
but van´t prevent feeling to surrender to love
So I feel myself prisoner of sin
when y give to the eart my skin
And my soul to the wind
but my love is keeping watch the night
But my heart cries the eternal fight
If I could flee
from my sorry thoughts
like the rivers running slope down at last to be free
When I see
lovers who can dream
with sweet fancies that will never be
a truth of me
But my love is for the only light
but my heart goes to standing right
If I could flee
from my sorry thoughts
like the rivers running slope down at last to be free
When I see
lovers who can dream
with sweet fancies that will never be
a truth of me
leaves flying in the air
when the wind strikes
blowing everywhere
and I can´t stay living in this tearful valley
so I just pray for having all the force
to be a stream leading it course
Flowing up to it´s source
But my love is for the only light
but my heart goes to standing right
If I could flee
from my sorry thoughts
like the rivers running slope down at last to be free
When I see
lovers who can dream
with sweet fancies that will never be
a truth of me
nobody can live
twice in just one time
Neither can give
Twice love in it´s prime
but van´t prevent feeling to surrender to love
So I feel myself prisoner of sin
when y give to the eart my skin
And my soul to the wind
but my love is keeping watch the night
But my heart cries the eternal fight
If I could flee
from my sorry thoughts
like the rivers running slope down at last to be free
When I see
lovers who can dream
with sweet fancies that will never be
a truth of me
But my love is for the only light
but my heart goes to standing right
If I could flee
from my sorry thoughts
like the rivers running slope down at last to be free
When I see
lovers who can dream
with sweet fancies that will never be
a truth of me